FINNIAN
“I will confess! I will confess!” the bastard screamed, his body twisting in panic.
I raised my hand, stopping Jared mid-motion. The red-hot knife hovered, heat shimmering in the air. Jared obeyed instantly, shoving it back into the fire.
“Then speak,” I snarled, leaning down until my breath hit his ear. My voice rumbled like the growl of a wolf waiting to strike. “Confess now, before you watch your fingers roll in front of you.”
The man sobbed. His entire body shook, his lips trembling. “I didn’t do it.”
I blinked, stunned for a heartbeat. “What?”
“I didn’t do it!” he wailed louder, blood and tears mixing on his swollen face.
A low growl thundered through my chest. I bent closer, my shadow swallowing him whole. “Do you prefer to see your head rolling on the floor instead of
