I sat on the chair as I titled my head looking at the rogue who was chained to the wall with blood dripping down his face.

He had been caught wandering around the border like a bird sent to spy and right now he was proving to be difficult. Refusing to give me the answers I needed.

“For the last time, where is Domenico?” I asked and despite the pain the rogue was going through he threw his head back and laughed.

"You really think I'm going to answer you, do you?” he said as he smiled, teeth shining with blood.

“Really?" I asked with a raised brow and the...