The rogue leader struggled to move in the chains we had him in. He growled for his release but I knew neither Zone nor Ardan were willing to let him go, at least until we got our answer. He sweated along his eyebrows, and his eyes darted around as if searching for any way to escape. His wrists were bound tightly with silver chains, making the room scent of burning flesh.

Ardan stood over him and spoke with a cold tone. “We don’t have time for games. Speak.”

The rogue spat blood onto the ground and then glared up at Ardan defiantly. “I won’t tell you anything.”

“You will,” I...