"I... I..." The man stammered, drenched in sweat, fear written all over his face.
Staring at Alexander and Elizabeth, he finally realized he'd messed with the wrong people.
"Talk. Now. Or I won't be so nice next time."
Elizabeth pulled a small knife from her pocket—cold, sharp, and gleaming.
The man began to shake. "Okay! Okay! I'll talk! Someone hired me, please don't kill me!"
"Oh?" Elizabeth c****d her head and lightly pressed the blade against his neck, leaving a faint scratch. "Ten seconds. Who sent you?"
"I really don't know! I swear!" he cried. "She wore a mask and disguised her voice. I only know it was a woman!"
Elizabeth didn't move. "Keep going."
"If you keep lying, you'll lose that hand of yours."
Terrified, the man widened his eyes, certain she'd s
