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Chapter 28 | Answers?

Warning! Violence scenes!

Ace

Constance stalks towards the man sitting in the chair.

Her fists are balled up, anger visible on her face.

He stares cockily up at her, watching her movements.

"Sir," Noah says, catching my attention.

I turn to look at him while he talks.

Noah opens his mouth to speak. "Are you-" Cutting him off, a scream pierces the air.

I turn quickly to see a knife lodged in the man's upper thigh.

Blood gushes from the openings in the wound, discoloring his jeans.

His head is thrown back in pain, no longer making sound, his mouth is open in a silent scream.

Constance bends down, her lips next to his ear.

She whispers something that I can't hear and glares when he doesn't respond.

Pulling a flame torch off of the table beside her, she holds his hand steady.

Fear flashes on his face and the flame ignites and comes closer to his hands.

He starts desperately trying to yank his hand away, unable to due to the ropes.

Tears stream down his cheeks, crying out in alarm.

Constance turns the flame onto his uninjured thigh instead.

Screams of anguish ring out, and Constance screams over them. "Why me?!"

He doesn't answer, instead hanging his head low and gasping in pain.

She rushes forward, gripping his throat angrily.

"Why... me?" She growls out, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I... can't tell... you..." He gets out between his closed throat.

"Why?" She asks.

She lets go of his throat, gripping even harder to the chair handles.

Her face leaned over his, her eyes boring into his.

"Why?" She growls, her voice low.

He doesn't answer and she slams his chair back, knocking it harshly over.

She crouches and rubs her temples gently, releasing the stress between her eyebrows.

Standing, she stretches her arms out and walks towards Noah and me.

"Everything okay?" I ask, rubbing her shoulder as she leans into me.

"Yeah," She mumbles into my shirt. "He won't talk."

"We can try again tomorrow, bunny," I tell her.

She tenses up but quickly relaxes.

"I need a head cover, a hose, a fan, and a couple of guards," she tells me.

I look at her in confusion. "What do you need those things for?"

"I'll show you," she smiles.

I rub her shoulder and lead her into a different room, it has couches and a snack table.

"Wait here and I'll get everything ready for you," I tell her, kissing her temple and leaving her with Noah.

"Keep an eye out," I tell him, slight anger in my voice.

"Of course, sir," he says with sincerity.

I turn and make my way back out of the room and look at the tied-up man, but turn away and pull my phone out.