As Good As Dead

LUKE

             I opened my eyes only to realize that I was in the hexagon HQ. I was strapped to a chair, iron cuffs binding my wrists to the arm rest with a gag around my mouth. Awesome.

I tried to move but let out a hiss of pain as the iron around my wrist burned me.

"You're awake, I see"

I looked up to see Dwain smirking at me, he looked very pleased with himself.

I glared at him wanting nothing but to rip off his head. "Great, let's begin" he said, still smirking at me.

"Remove the gag, Aron" he said to someone who was standing behind me. Just as Aron took off the gag, I increased my heat and he dropped to the ground, unconscious.

"How can you even do that with iron cuffs around your wrists? I knew my assumption was correct. You are related to Theo, aren't you?" Dwain said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, he's my husband" I sassed and his eyes darkened.

"There's no need