ZEVRAN ILVANE POV

I stepped into the dungeon, the grimy scent crawling up my nose.

Marros walked toward me.

I arched a brow, taking in his bloodied hand. "Do we have a location?"

"No, boss. They've refused to talk even after getting beaten up."

I let out a tired sigh. "That's such a shame. I'm not in the best of moods today," I said, then stepped past him into the humid space.

"You don't have to get your hands dirty, boss. I can take care of it.

A smirk tugged my lips as I took in the ...