"You'll never be the one to break me, Clark," I replied, my eyes narrowing.
"We shall see," he replied with a sneer lighting his lips, clearly amused. "You see? My experiment was a success," Drake said, looking over at Zac. "And now that I have him, what do I need with you?" He then knelt over my body, with a knee on either side. He looked closely at the knife's long blade, then into my eyes. "Now that I know all I need is your blood, or his, what do I need you for?" Then a sneer lifted the corner of his lips. "After all, he's filled with your blood."
"Get it over with, Drake," I taunted, my eyes flaring. "Go ahead and kill me. You always were a coward."
Drake's eyes narrowed. "Coward? I am no coward!"
So, I'd struck a nerve. "Years ago, my father invited you into our house to talk
