Lyra continued, her voice even lower. "So... one last chance to do this the easy way. Tell me what you know about the mercenary group."
Owen gritted his teeth in defiance. "I ain't tellin' you freaks anything."
She gave a short sigh of someone who was about to do something they hated. Her eyes flickered to Alex for a brief second, as if asking for his approval.
He nodded lightly but pushing his earplugs further in.
Lyra closed for eyes. Took a deep breath and opened them but they bore an unnatural glow.
She whispered into his ear. Each word echoed and resonated in his head like a memory. "Owen?"
A warm shiver ran up his spine, forcibly calming him, his muscles, nerves and even his eyelids drooped. "Yes?" He answered instinctively.
"I need you to answer a few questions for me." Her words were calmer than a lullaby even Alex felt his body loosen just from reading her lips.
"Yes. Anything." Owen replied. His eyes barely open.
