The question wasn't loud, nor was it overly threatening. But in that moment, with Brad's unconscious body sprawled on the ground and Damien standing there with an almost lazy confidence, it carried more weight than any shout could have.
The silence stretched for several long seconds.
Then Pug shook his head frantically, sweat dripping down his round face.
"N-No! No, no way I would do that! I—I wasn't going to—!" he stammered, words tumbling over each other as he took a stumbling step back.
Damien simply watched him, his expression unreadable, one hand still casually resting in his pocket.
The smirk was gone now, replaced by a calm expression, one that made Pug's stomach twist with fear.
"Then leave," Damien said.
Pug hesitated for only a second before turning on his heel and running off, his short legs carrying him away as fast as they could.
Damien clicked his tongue as he left.
