The air in the hotel room was thick and heavy, charged with the aftermath of the struggle. Jay sat on the floor, his wrists raw from the silk cord that had bound him, his chest heaving. Across from him, Rafe stood with a terrifying calm, his arms crossed over his chest. The mask of "Lorenzo" was gone, stripped away, leaving only the cold, brutal truth of the man himself."Tired already?" Rafe's voice was a low taunt, devoid of any warmth. "We've only just begun. Tell me the secrets your agency is so desperate to protect. Tell me now, and I will be... merciful."Jay lifted his head, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and defiance. The psychological pressure was a vise around his skull, tighter than any physical bond. He knew he was balanced on a knife's edge. One wrong word, and the delicate, terrifying game would be over."I am not afraid of you," Jay lied, his voice trembling only slightly.A slow, dangerous smile curved Rafe's lips. It was a predator's smile, all sharp edges an
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