Azriel's Point Of View
His voice rose to a desperate pitch, cracking on the words, breaking into something almost inhuman… a sound that belonged more to a wounded animal than a man. "She never even gave me what I wanted! The bitch lied to us, she never handed over the vault secrets, we got nothing! I'm innocent in this, I swear! I was just a pawn in her game!" The words came faster now, tumbling over each other in his haste to convince us of his supposed innocence.
Draven finally moved from his position in the shadows. He walked over slowly, deliberately, each heavy boot making an incredibly loud thud against the concrete. The sound echoed through the warehouse like a countdown to judgment. He stopped directly in front of the shaking man, towering over him with the cold authority of a judge delivering a final sentence. Even in the dim light, I could see the way Ruzzo's pupils dilated with fear.
