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I stared out at the field.
It stretched wide, glowing silver under the moonlight.
Wild. Beautiful. Untouched by the chaos it had caused.
It mocked me.
And yet…I smiled.
Maybe Reich was right.
Everything I needed was in this room.
I just had to figure out how to use it.
22
REICH
“How’d it go, brother?”Castor asked as we hauled Lucas out of the trunk, his limp body thudding onto the cold ground.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed Lucas’ hand and bent his fingers back hard.
The sickening pop echoed through the room, followed by a scream that ripped through the air. Raw. Guttural. He thrashed against the restraints, his agony reverberating in the tight space.
Castor sighed, completely unfazed. “That bad, huh?”
I ignored him, my silence deliberate.
“Keeping this stuff bottled up isn’t good for you, you know. That’s what they say—”
“Who says?” I cut in, voice low. “Your hippie enchantress girlfriend?”
I shot him a look—a clear warning: Don’t push me. Not tonight.
Castor only smirked, unbothered. “So much anger. Not good for your soul.”
I let the words roll off me, as I responded, “Pretty sure I don’t have one.”
He exhaled dramatically. “Touché.”
Then it was time forbusiness.
We dragged Lucas to the pit. The real work would begin here.
I cracked my knuckles, then sent a hard punch straight to his jaw. His head snapped to the side, lolling forward as he blinked rapidly, dazed. Sweat slicked his face. Panic settled into his features as reality sank in.
Good.
He knew.
“Let’s keep this simple,” I said, crouching to meet his wild, darting gaze. “I’m tired, and I don’t have patience for games. You’re still breathing because I believe you have something I need.” I leaned in. “Tell me who sent you.”
Lucas gulped. His eyes flicked to Castor, then back to me. He hesitated.
Wrong move.
I grabbed the collar of his sweat-drenched shirt and yanked him forward, my voice a quiet snarl. “Who?”
