Chapter 13l
The atmosphere in the mansion was thick with tension as James burst into the poorly lit interrogation room. The atmosphere was thick with the smells of sweat and blood, and the solitary figure was tied to a chair, his visage battered and swollen yet his resolve unshaken. The man from the Bloody Son glared boldly at the door as it banged closed after James.
James walked across the room with slow, intentional strides, his eyes burning with a rage that made the guards beside the walls uneasy. He came to a halt before the prisoner, his immense stature casting a lengthy shadow over him.
“Are you aware of who you’re interacting with?” James inquired icily, his tone a deep rumble.
The man grinned, blood streaked over his teeth. “Do you really?” he shot back, his voice rough yet mo
