Trik waited for Alok to compose himself. “I’m going to ask you some questions.”
“It’s not going to work, Trik, can’t you see that,” Alok blurted out interrupting the assassin. “I will scream, but I will not become a traitor to my people.”
“You have one chance to answer.” Trik continued as if Alok hadn’t spoken at all.
Trik didn’t notice the look Syndra gave Tamsin, or the slight shake of his head that Tamsin responded to his Chosen. Syndra let out a deep breath but didn’t say anything.
It was much later when the dark elf broke, after all of his nails had been removed from his body, each finger broken individually by a hammer that Trik had found in the tool box and each toe broken individually by the same hammer. It was the screws that finally got him. Trik had found a Philips-head scre
