Shadows Of The Dark Heart
Vincent watched his expression unreadable, almost calm as Ritik’s panic tripped into desperation.
Adrian leaned closer, gloved hand tightening on Ritik’s jaw.
“Easy,” he murmured.
“You asked for water, remember?”
Vincent lifted the bottle slightly, letting the yellow liquid swirl.
Adrian tightened his grip on Ritik’s jaw, forcing his head up.
Bones cracked under the pressure, weak bones that could barely hold the skull attached.
Vincent lands slowly, bringing himself eye-level with Ritik.
Then Ritik saw it.
The bottle in Vincent ’s hand and the liquid inside is clear and deadly.
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