Kylus punched him in the face.
The chair rattled. The man's head snapped sideways, blood spraying across the floor. Kylus didn't stop there. He hit him again, then again, methodical, precise, until the man stopped forming words and started making sounds instead. One of Kylus' men stepped in and grabbed his arm.
"That's enough," he said quietly.
Kylus pulled back, breathing steady, eyes fixed on the broken figure in front of him. "Look at me," he said.
The man forced his eyes open, vision swimming.
"Do you remember me?" Kylus asked.
The man shook his head weakly. "No," he muttered. "But I know who you are. Everyone does. You're Kylus. The strongest. The one they talk about."
Kylus nodded once, as if confirming something. "Then answer the next question carefully."
He leaned in close. "Where is Bull?"
The name hit harder than the punches. The man froze, eyes widening, breath catching in his throat. Fear took over whatever pain hadn't already.
