The decoy battle (3)

They entered a smaller, more secluded room. The clone pushed the blackguard into a chair, ensuring he was restrained before going behind the chair and keeping the man seated.

"What's your name?" Amber asked, her tone firm but not unkind.

The blackguard glared at her, defiance flickering in his eyes.

"Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because your cooperation might just save your life."

"Ah! Fucking rebel scum! I won't tell you anything!"

But the truth was, the man hesitated, his eyes darted to the clone by the door before returning to Amber.

Usually, he would have a mask hiding his face and protecting his inner thoughts shown by his eyes, and his facial twitches. But he forgot the mask was not with him.

Amber noticed his hesitation and capitalized on that.

She looked at the defiant blackguard, her expression calm. "You know, the best thing for you right now would be to cooperate."