"Speak what?" Nathan asked inwardly. He tried to find his voice but couldn't. He was traumatized. Cassius was a devil in disguise.

"Speak," Tristan spat. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a hint of anger. Tristan didn’t have the gift of patience. He’s a psychopath.

Tristan’s fist flew to Nathan’s face, delivering a swift hit that forced a painful groan out of Nathan’s throat.

"Speak," he demanded after Nathan forced himself to sit again. Blood stained his lips. When Nathan didn’t reply, Tristan struck him on the same cheek.

Nathan’s eyes blurred. The hit was harder than the first. He saw stars.

"Speak!" he demanded again and made to hit...