Page 152 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition
Caleb held the cord taut in his hands and reached around Rafiq’s head. He pulled back with both hands, dragging Rafiq into the house by his neck. A trail of blood followed them.
Rafiq didn’t thrash around the way Jair had. He was too well trained as a soldier to make such a mistake. He placed his hands around the cord, taking tension off of his throat.
Once inside, Rafiq reached back for Caleb’s arms, bracing the weight of his body, and rolled toward Caleb. It was enough to throw Caleb off balance. Rafiq dragged himself on top of Caleb and punched him in the same spot Felipe had struck with the gun.
Caleb’s head snapped back and his vision blurred. He felt Rafiq’s hands wrap around his throat, his thumbs pressing along his windpipe. Caleb lifted his leg and kicked at Rafiq’s injured knee. It was enough to regain the advantage. As Rafiq instinctively recoiled and went for his knee, Caleb rolled on top of him. He kept punching Rafiq in the face until he went unconscious.
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When Rafiq opened his eyes, Caleb could see he was instantly afraid. Caleb had tied him down on one of the lounge chairs that had been by the pool.
Caleb felt dead inside, but his thirst for vengeance had not abated. He had waited his entire life for this moment, and it could not be denied.
He sat on the ground next to Rafiq. His knife sat delicately on his knee and was still gory with Jair’s blood. “You’re going to die tonight, brother. I want you to know that,” Caleb whispered. “I can kill quickly if you tell me the truth.” He paused. “Or I can use my knife and practice all the things you’ve taught me about torture.”
“Caleb…” Rafiq’s voice shook.
“That’s not my name, Rafiq. I don’t remember my name. It was taken from me,” Caleb said dully. “Do you know why?” Caleb looked up at Rafiq, his expression hard.
“You don’t want to do this, Caleb,” Rafiq said.
“No,” Caleb replied and shook his head, “I don’t want to do this.” He picked up the knife and poked at Rafiq’s knee.
“STOP!” Rafiq yelled. “Stop!”
Caleb returned the knife to his knee. “I never wanted to hurt you, Rafiq. Never! But you have to suffer for what you’ve done.”
Rafiq’s body shook violently. Sweat covered his body. “And what is it you think I’ve done?”
“I’ll ask the questions. I’ll start with the most important one: Did you give me to Narweh?”
Rafiq stared at him for a long time.
Caleb felt a tear race down his cheek and he wiped it away quickly with the back of his hand. He didn’t know he was crying. It had been so long since he’d cried and he suddenly seemed unable to stop. He cleared his throat. “Your silence betrays you, Rafiq. I had hoped you would deny it. I almost killed Felipe for even suggesting it.”
“It’s not true, Caleb. Felipe is a liar,” Rafiq whispered.
Caleb shut his eyes and wiped at his face again. He unexpectedly laughed. “You’re late. And unconvincing. But thank you, for trying.”
“I raised you,” Rafiq implored.
“You did,” Caleb nodded. “I think that’s what makes your betrayal so much worse. I worshipped you as a boy. You were my savior.”
“I treated you well, Caleb. I gave you everything your heart desired.” There was sincerity in Rafiq’s words.
“I always wondered why you came for me. At first, I thought you took pity because of what Narweh had done. I thought you rescued me because you were too late to save your sister. Felipe tells me you killed her…and your mother. Is that true?”
Rafiq turned his face away. “You don’t know about the things you’re saying,” he grated.
“Explain it to me, then. You’re about to die. Unburden your soul,” Caleb said numbly.
Rafiq took a deep breath and released it slowly. “And my wife and children? What’s to become of them?”
Caleb felt nothing. “Will your sons come after me?”
“They’re too young for that, Caleb.”
“I was about their age the first time I killed. Even younger when…” He couldn’t continue.
