He'll Talk

Donato's POV

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He was already bleeding when I walked in.

The room was cold. Quiet. The concrete walls were stained from years of use. The single bulb above flickered every few seconds, casting shadows over his face. His name was Jace. That’s all we had for now. He sat tied to a heavy chair, ankles bound, hands behind his back, blood on his lips and chin.

Lorenzo was already there. He hadn’t sai