FINNIAN

“I will confess! I will confess!” the bastard screamed, his body twisting in panic.

I raised my hand, stopping Jared mid-motion. The red-hot knife hovered, heat shimmering in the air. Jared obeyed instantly, shoving it back into the fire.

“Then speak,” I snarled, leaning down until my breath hit his ear. My voice rumbled like the growl of a wolf waiting to strike. “Confess now, before you watch your fingers roll in front of you.”

The man sobbed. His entire body ...