Xavier sat there, tied up, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He stared at me, confusion mixed with anger, but it didn't soften my resolve.
"Finnick, what's the meaning of this? Untie me at once!" he barked, struggling against the ropes.
I watched him, silent, letting him squirm just a little. Earlier that morning, he had been sleeping soundly with some woman in his arms when Noah had dragged him to the floor. Xavier had almost cursed, but one look at Noah's knuckles made him think twice. Noah didn't need words—his skill alone was enough to silence anyone foolish enough to resist.
Xavier had managed to get dressed before being brought here, but he had kept asking Noah questions all the way. Noah had ignored him entirely, and now he sat before me like a cornered beast, expecting mercy. He wouldn't get it.
"What do you want with me, Finnick? You could've just called!" he yelled, his bravado clashing with the ropes that held him tight.
