Curiosity Cuts Deeper Than Chains
"You're all wrong," Leon said, amusement curling at the corners of his mouth like a slow-growing shadow. "You think I threatened you because I want to kill you."
He stepped forward again.
Boots tapping softly against the stone.
Measured.
Certain.
A rhythm that didn't rush, didn't falter—just carved its own authority into the floor.
The cell felt smaller with each step he took. The lantern on the wall flickered, unsure if it should keep burning or give way to the rising darkness inside the room.
"I don't want to kill you," Leon said, voice dropping into a velvet-smooth softness that sounded far more dangerous than any shout could ever be.
He paused.
His eyes swept over the three chained assassins as if he were studying a strange artifact, not three men who tried to murder one of his own.
"And do you know why—"
