THE MUTTS' HOUSE
Surprise ruled the room.
Every soldier stood frozen in astonishment—eyes stretched wide, mouths hanging open. Every reaction in the room made one thing painfully clear: even they had never known about their boss's power. It wasn't every day you saw someone melt a pair of scissors with nothing but a subtle touch of two fingers. In movies? Sure.
But in real life, standing right there, it was a sight that forced itself into memory.
"You fucking Zabi!"
Roy shouted, loud enough for the soldiers—and the injured Marie—to hear. Veins bulged along his neck as the blue party lights washed over his skin. The calm profile and psychological control he always bragged about shattered completely, thrown out of the puzzle like it never mattered.
"I've always suspected there was something different about you! No man can be that confident around guns!"
Zabi's eyes twitched. Roy's voice carried a sharp frequency, drilling straight into his ears.
