Squaring his shoulders, Blaze, made his way down the dungeon steps, halting as the two guards turned to face him.
‘Blaze? What brings you down here?’ One of the guards asked surprised.
Nodding to the pair, Blaze replied, ‘Marcus, Flint, just felt like popping down and having a nice quiet word with one of the prisoners,’ cracking his knuckles as he spoke and let his eyes wander to my cell.
‘Brother to your mate isn’t it?’ Marcus asked with a smirk
‘Yeah, that’s right, I figured maybe I need to have a chat about who she belongs too, word has reached me that he’s not behaving as well as we expect our guests to do and is demanding we bring my mate down to him. A little friendly conversation between us might help him remember his manners’ Blaze confirmed, curling his lip up into a sadistic
