THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"You'll get nothing from me." Aello's voice was low and steady, wrapping around the confined space of the van like silk over steel.
She'd been in the garden when the men had approached out of nowhere. Fighting them off would have been easy—but something sharp and chemical had been pressed to her face, and darkness had claimed her before she could react. Now she woke bound, trapped in their vehicle.
"Shut your mouth! Nothing? Death's kept you hidden from the world—so we know you matter more than gold to him." The man beside her spoke through gritted teeth.
"His presence is what we're after," another cut in from her other side, rage crackling in every word. "We'll make sure he meets our boss—he owes us more than he can ever pay back!"
