DRAVEN POV
The smell of blood and sweat clung to my body like a second skin as I walked out of the basement.
I came to the rogue after Cara left but he said nothing.
I had given him time, merciful enough to leave his mouth only to scream from the pains, so that he would talk.
But the bastard was tight-lipped, no matter how hard I used the hammer to smash his fingers. He didn't budge.
I sighed; the cloth I had draped around my neck was in my hands as I cleaned my fingers.
Looking to the corner, Jason came out, red stains all over his chest and shorts.
“Dispose of the body in the forest. Whoever sent him will surely get the message.” I ordered, still trying to wipe the blood stains that stuck on my hands and chest.
He nodded, but his eyes were still on me. I raised an eyebrow. “Don't
