FIFTY THREE

DAMON

Slowly, I walked further into the prison and I didn’t stop until I was a step ahead of Selena which meant that I was standing very close to the man called Stephen who was looking less agitated about the gold he almost lost.

Though I didn’t wish to be extremely stern, with force, I caged the man’s chin in my hold. His physique beside mine was nothing. So when he tried to budge out of my grip, he was highly unsuccessful.

“Who are you?” he spat, literally.

Trying my best not to be disgusted, with my eyes closed and my head tilted to the side, I quickly wiped the foams of his saliva off my chin with my other hand.

“You don’t need to know who he is,” Selena butted in. “Just answer his questions. If you don’t I will take back my gift and take your life as well.”

Fear flashed in the naturally timid-looking eyes of the man. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed and when our eyes met, Stephen seemed to urge me to go on with whatever I had to do.

“Emmanuel Jones… does that name ring a bel