Killian observed from the shadows as his men attacked the guards because he had seen Cyrus and knew he was one of them. He heard the man pleading for a guard to turn the carriage around but they wouldn't listen to him and look where they all ended up. Most dead and the remaining few alive were surrounded by his men.
"Answer me before I assume you are a traitor. You're too clean to be one of their slaves. What have they turned you into?" He pressed the tip of his sword right against the skin of Cyrus's throat.
Annoyed with the lack of response from Cyrus, Killian moved his sword to place it on top of Cyrus's hand before pushing it right through his flesh. There was a little smirk on his lips watching Cyrus hiss from the pain. "Talk to me quickly, I am not a patient man."
"I am nothing in the Blackwell kingdom-"
