The Viper thrashed wildly under the wet cloth, his muted gurgles bouncing off the damp concrete walls until he finally cracked.
"Okay! Okay!" he screamed, the words muffled beneath the heavy fabric.
Drakon raised a single finger, and the Reaper tipped the bucket back, yanking the soaked rag off the guy's face. The Viper slumped forward, coughing violently and spitting a mixture of cold water and blood onto the floor, his chest heaving as he fought for air.
"I'm just a grunt!" he panted, his voice high and desperate. "All I know is Viktor sent her picture out to everyone! I heard he got a call—all they said was the girl that killed Jasper is staying in Rex! They didn't say nothing about the Reapers!"
Drakon’s dark eyes slowly shifted away from the trembling man and locked onto me. I met
