Chapter 99: GABRIEL

I didn’t waste any time before dragging Sam out of the cell and into the other room, where I did my questioning. The older man wasn’t looking so good, not that he ever did. But weeks of being locked away here without sunlight and nothing to do had done a number on him.

Because he hadn’t been treated after the beating I gave him, there was still some slight bruising left, and he still walked with a bit of a limp, which was noticeable. It raised my ire just to look at him, and it was all I could do not to plant my fist in his face.

He stank, even though there was a shower available for his use, and I imagined this was what he was like in his daily life. It was hard to imagine my sweet, delicate Silla having to live with this pig and his disgusting ways. Every time I clap my eyes on him, I want to twist his neck till it pops, and today was no different.