"But pretty things like you three," Damon gestured with his pipe wrench, "usually have other valuables worth… acquiring."
The wind whispered with a faint shriek as tension in the small clearing rose to an almost unbearable level.
Daniel sighed internally. So much for a quiet warning. This was definitely going to get messy.
Damon Cruz's words hung in the air, heavy and cold, like the damp moss under their feet.
The wind, which had been a gentle whisper through the obsidian trees, now seemed to shriek with a bit more urgency, as if warning them of the coming storm.
The skinny one, Marcus, giggled, a nasty, high-pitched sound that made Daniel's skin crawl. It wasn't just the sound itself, but the way Marcus's eyes gleamed with mean-spirited delight, as if he took genuine pleasure in their discomfort.
There was something unhinged about that laugh, something that hinted at cruelty lurking just beneath the surface.
