(Adrain)
Seated on the couch, he crossed his legs, calmly sipping his wine as he watched Daniel shake and tremble behind the pillar. The boy was bound so tightly that the ropes must have already dug deep into his skin, wounding his palms and cutting into his flesh.
Cassian and Jake busied themselves, preparing what they would use to discipline Daniel, while the others ran around searching for anything useful. Adrian had made it clear himself—after the punishment, they would all relocate. The explosion had surely drawn attention, and by now, word must have spread. Investigations would soon be carried out, and this place would be exposed. He wouldn't allow himself to be caught here.
Adrian still wanted to remain hidden, that untouchable figure impossible to pin down, no matter how many times they tried to drag him into the open. With every slow sip of wine, his sadistic smile deepened as his gaze stayed glued to Daniel—his helpless, trembling prey.
