Tony was lying on a makeshift mattress at the back of the warehouse, his breathing still heavy, but his skin had already begun closing the worst wounds. The regeneration process was slow, painful, but he endured it in silence, only occasionally throwing out a sharp joke when Sage or Zack came over to check on him.
I stood beside the twins, facing Dante and Agatha, who were tied up with the same chains they had used on Tony. The marks on their wrists and ankles made it clear they wouldn’t be freeing themselves.
Agatha watched us through narrowed eyes, a twisted smile playing on her lips.
Dante simply stared, jaw clenched, muscles tense as if ready to pounce at any moment — even though he knew he couldn’t.
“Ready to talk?” I asked, crossing my arms.
Kael was on my left, Lean on my right
