In one fluid motion, Zafron seized Steele's wrist, his grip like iron. Before Steele could react, Zafron spun him around and slammed him against the wall, reversing their positions. The impact knocked the breath from Steele's lungs, his head cracking against the cold stone.
"Who the fuck are you?" Zafron snarled, twisting Steele's arm behind his back. "Why are you following me?"
Steele let out a harsh laugh, despite the pain shooting through his shoulder. "By the name of the Emperor, you're under arrest for the murder of Malachi Vest and countless others, you piece of shit."
Zafron's brow furrowed in genuine confusion. "Malachi who? I don't even know what the hell you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me!" Steele roared, suddenly driving his head backward. The back of his skull connected with Zafron's nose with a satisfying crunch. "You thought you could just disappear after Drakoria?"
