Mr. Hamilton continued.
"I have purified her of your filth, and she will no longer suffer nor face despair. She will die peacefully, and you—"
Draven gripped his hair, jamming his head into the wall. "I don't give a shit about your nonsense words. Tell me where my wife is?! Where did you take her?!"
Mr. Hamilton coughed frantically, spitting out the blood that had congealed in his mouth. He spat out two of his broken teeth and lifted his head to look at Draven. He laughed heartily, quite entertained by them.
"You are free to kill me, I don't care. But I will never tell you where she is. I will not allow you vile creatures to ruin her any further than you've already done. Allow her a peaceful day—"
"I know where she is!" Lucy suddenly shouted, interrupting the whole conversation.
Draven immediately turned his head to look at her, anger burning in his eyes. He questioned, "Where is she? Tell me!!"
