The rogue beneath Damien struggled, his hands clawing at the Alpha's firm grip, his eyes wide in a mixture of defiance and fear. Damien's hold grew tighter. "I won't ask again," he snarled, his voice a growl. "Where is Malcolm?"
The robber coughed, blood gushing from his lips as he snarled at Damien. "You think you can hold him back?" He wheezed, laughing inebriately. "He's always one step in front of us." Damien snarled, applying increasing pressure. "Where. Is. He?"
The rogue's body jerked and his mouth twisted into a snarl. Faster than he'd wanted to, Damien attempted to move, and the rogue seized something—cyanide. His body stiffened, eyes rolled back in his head, and he went slack. Damien swore and kicked the lifeless body aside. "Damn it!" Marcus arrived in a flurry, drawn blade an
