Miles away from Moon Pavilion, inside a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a bloodied man hung from the ceiling by chains fastened to his wrists, his feet barely touching the floor.
His face was swollen beyond recognition. One eye had already swollen shut. The other remained fixed on the man seated several feet away.
Cassius Volkov.
The man shuddered.
Not because of the pain.
Because Cassius had not spoken a single word since arriving.
The silence was worse.
Much worse.
Cassius sat with one leg crossed over the other, a file resting loosely in his hand.
His expression was indifferent.The scene before him held little interest.
For a brief moment, his thoughts wandered elsewhere.
To the woman he had left at the estate.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
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