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I leaned down, close enough that he could feel my breath on his skin. "I’m not here to smile," I whispered, letting the edge of steel creep into my voice. "But you’re right about one thing: I will break you. I just prefer to give people a choice first."
I could see the doubt flicker in his eyes, just for a moment, before he masked it again. He wasn’t afraid of beauty, but he should have been afraid of what came next.
With a swift motion, I pulled the chair forward, dragging him closer to the table where the tools of my trade lay neatly arranged. His breath quickened as his eyes darted to the objects, realizing too late that he was out of options.
I grabbed his wrist, twisting it just enough to make him wince. "Last chance," I said, my voice low, almost a growl. "Who did you give the information to? Make this easy on yourself."
He hesitated, the first real sign of fear creeping into his steely demeanor. It was enough to tell me he was close to cracking, but I wasn’t in the mood for games anymore.
