What... what have you done to me?" William groaned.
Hanging upside down from the ceiling, the sensation of a new heart beating within the fresh wound in his chest was a more terrifying and unnatural feeling than all the torture he had endured.
I fixed my red eyes on him.
"What have I done? Hardly anything. I simply formed a new heart to replace your old, ruptured one. You should thank me; it wasn't easy."
I stood directly in front of William.
"I know you're undecided on how to thank me, so let me make it easy for you: the best way is to tell me everything you know."
William was at a loss.
His blood-soaked face was a mask of confusion, his eyes darting between mine and the floor of the room.
His mind thrashed like a helpless animal trying to escape a trap.
On one hand, if he betrayed the Second Prince, he would face his wrath and die a horrific death along with his family.
