"I swear I don't know anything-"
Jules pointed his knife at her. "No, no. None of that. If you're not going to tell us anything useful, keep that pretty mouth shut before I bash your face in."
Doris closed her lips and glanced between the two men. "How many hits do you think before she starts talking?" Darrell asked.
"I'd say six...but let's go for ten."
Jules turned his knife around and hit her right in the nose with the hilt. It rocked her head back hard enough to hear a c***k. Doris swore she saw stars for a moment, blood strained down her chin from just one hit.
"Is the palace planning an attack on the rogues? Is the prince here to scout our areas out?" Darrell asked as he leaned over with his hands on his knees to look at her. She wished she could spit on both of them but she was
