Chapter 63
Mireya’s POV
Xander’s groan of pain filled the air as the burning of flesh followed it. I pressed the hot rod deeper against his chest.
“S-stop this” His head bobbed in exhaustion, the burnt skin closing up again.
“Tell me what I want to hear and I would”
He scoffed; a dribble of blood mixed with saliva dripping down his jaw.
“The person who took her is more powerful than you can fathom”
“Name, I need a name” I gritted out, bringing the rod closer to his face.
He swallowed, eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. I brought the rod an inch closer to his face, reminding him of the consequence of him remaining silent.
Before he could speak, the alarm in the packhouse rang out. “I would go and check it out” Claire rushed out.
Whoever was behind Angela’s abdu
