"What the hell are you doing, Drake?" I asked, standing beside Zac. Everyone in the room tensed, ready for what was coming. "You know you can't win."
Drake laughed menacingly. "Oh, yes, I can and I will." He took a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "After all, I'm not the one locked behind three inches of steel with no way out."
I laughed as my lips curled into a sneer as everyone in the room laughed, as well. "Three inches? Is that all?" Then, I took a step closer to him. "You're going to have to do better than that." I stepped even closer, my eyes never wavering from his. "And when you do, you'd better bring more than just steel and two guards."
Drake's smile faded into a scowl, then he turned his attention toward Zac. "How are you feeling, boy?" He took a step toward
