"What are you?" Zidane asked, his voice low, his chest heaving.
Daniel gave a small smile, then shook his head. "Not so fast, Your Highness. What did you think? That I would start to run my mouth like some faulty tap?"
"Just f*****g let us go. We don't need to know what you know. We don't need to..."
He slowly leaned to Zidane, his eyes thin as he met Zidane's eyes. "Unfortunately, I call the shots here, and you... will not leave."
"Take him to the closed room. As for the girl... bring her to me."
I gasped, but Zidane lunged forward, tacking Daniel to the ground.
"Don't you dare!" Zidane yelled, punching Daniel's face again and again, till the soldiers came and pushed him off, tying his hands behind him.
Daniel stood up, his eyes dark. Once Zidane was tied down, he walked up to him,
