Bynx held the flat end of the sword against Ray'ven's throat, wishing he would have sliced her open as she led him through the halls. "Which room did you last see him in?" He spoke low and cold.
Ray'ven shifted uncomfortably, her brother's hold was a tad tighter than necessary. She could practically feel his want to cut her deep and a frown tugged at her lips. "I haven't seen him since I was left in my room. He was meant to check on me by now." she said. It had been as though they'd spoken him into existence.
Razmyr lead Caldren down the opposite end of the hall, dagger protruding from his stomach and two swords at his throat. "Tell me," The pirate lord said, the rumble loud and gravelly within his tone. "Why I have a rat loose and a spy?"
