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Qeyel’s snake dreads hissed with fear and attempted to crawl away… but couldn’t get far as they were attached to his head.

“Wait,” I said.

Blor gave me a look. “You seriously want to take it easy on him?”

“No,” I said. “But I think there might be an easier way. Hold his eyes open.”

Blor sighed and grumbled about me ruining his fun before he bent down and did as I asked.

“What… What are you doing?” Qeyel cried, his legs flailing.

“Quit struggling or you’re going to be a cyclops for the rest of your days,” Blor growled.

I put my fingers to the criminal’s eyes and he whimpered — suddenly not so brave without his guards or high-tech security equipment — and pinched the contact lens off his eye and put it in my own.

Blor just stared at me. “That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Says the guy who wants to crush his head in a security door,” I countered.

I blinked, getting the contact lens into position.

“How do you know he doesn’t have any eye diseases?” Blor asked.

“We don’t have time to waste in torturing him,” I said. “And there’s a good chance he wouldn’t tell us anything anyway. And even if he did, how would we know it was the truth?”

Blor hissed through his teeth. “Because I’d come back and finish my experiment if he doesn’t.”

Qeyel whimpered.

“Do you need the other lens?” Blor asked. “I’ll dig it out with my knife.”

“Not necessary,” I said, shutting the eye without the lens and crossing the room to the desk and peering at the screen that was still up and running.

It took me a moment to find the information I was looking for, and when I did, I fell into the desk chair, and because I still had a little pent-up aggression still circulating within me, dug the lens out of my eye, dropped it to the floor, and stamped on it.

“What is it?” Blor asked.

“I told you they were as important to me as your business…” Qeyel said, doing little to conceal his glee.

“Do we need to keep this asshole conscious?” Blor asked.

“No,” I said.

“Thank the Creator,” Blor said, slamming a powerful fist into the criminal’s head and knocking him unconscious.

Blor joined me at the desk. “Well? Who bought it?”

“You don’t want to know,” I said.

Our rescue operation had just become a whole lot tougher.

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LIZZY

The momentI opened my eyes, I was assaulted.

Assaulted by the high-pitched ringing in my ears, the thumping headache at my temples, and the pain at my wrists and ankles.

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