Chapter 201

King POV

Silas stirs with a groan—low and ragged, like he’s coming back from the grave.

Shame. He won’t be staying long.

I flex my gloved hand and settle on the edge of the desk, watching awareness slither behind his eyes. There’s a swollen lump on his forehead where it cracked against the wood—the skin split, blood crusted in a jagged line.

“Good. You’re awake.” I tilt my head, my eyes locked on his. “I was starting to get bored.”

He blinks. Slow. Unfocused.

Not all the way back yet.

But that’s fine.

Pain has a way of speeding things up.

“You fucker—”

He jerks.

The zip ties bite down hard, slicing into his wrists.

Pain lands first.

Then panic.

His eyes finally drag past me.

To War.

The rage coiled beneath War’s skin is like static in the air—quiet, deadly.

We might not share the same killing methods, but right now?

I bet torture’s on his mind.

“You’re both fuckin