Thunder Beneath the Moon
"So you won't tell me, well there are many other ways to make you talk." Azriel, hearing Henrick's reply, happily smiled as he slowly extended his hand towards Henrick.
A softness curled across Victor's mouth when you first saw him.
Too gentle.
It stood out because of how fear took hold.
Red drops fell slow from bodies left where they dropped. Pools of wet shine blinked up under moon glow on cracked ground, yet air moved sharp with iron smell between trees.
Azriel gave a small tilt of his head.
"Come on now, don't make things difficult."
Out of nowhere, his voice carried a loose kind of calm. It settled in the air like it had nothing to prove.
"I'm already being very patient with you."
Henrick's body stiffened.
Patient?
He stood face to face with someone who killed many people while showing no emotion at all.
Backward shuffled the lone horse still standing, ears twitching at every sound.
The air itself felt heavy.
Azriel continued walking.
