June froze at the scene. It had nothing to do with what Soren was doing, only with the fact that Soren didn't fit the mold of a gangster. When June thought about how the man looked earlier, he was donned in simple clothes: a turtleneck, slim-fit pants, and a dark blazer that he just left on the seat. This man even looked like a working professional, no matter how June looked at him.
However, right now, Soren was threatening him with a switchblade. The question didn't even make sense to the human master.
"What do you mean, what I—?"
"Don't lie to me. Kale won't say things like that without a reason." Soren wasn't even chuckling. He kept his polite smile and then raised the blade against June's neck. The tip was even slightly pressing on the carotid artery as if letting June know that Soren could easily kill him. "He blacked out. What did you do? What did you put in him?
