Derrick straightened, his alpha authority kicking in. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
The other man stepped forward. "Questions will be answered inside. But first, you must wear this."
He held up a black blindfold.
Derrick's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. I didn't come here to play games."
The first man's voice hardened. "If you want answers, you'll follow our rules. Or you can leave, but you'll never know the truth."
Derrick's jaw tightened. Every instinct screamed at him to leave, to fight, to do anything but put his trust in masked strangers.
Yet, the tantalizing promise of answers kept him rooted to the spot.
*"What truth? What could possibly be worth this risk?"*
Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. But if this is a trap, you'll regret it."
The second man chuckled darkly. "Noted. Put it on."
