Chapter fifty-five:

TALON’s POV “Don't fucking play with me. He didn't involve you in it? Bullshit.” I scoffed, as I tightened my grip on his neck. “My lord, he might die. We haven't gotten what we wanted yet.” Dimitri voiced, which made me loosen my grip a little. “I swear with…with… ever…everything that matters to me.” He stuttered. I freed him, and he heaved while coughing seriously. “You swearing, means nothing to me. I’d choke you death, if I wanted to.” I sneered. “I really don't know anything about the ritual.” He gulped, fear evident in his eyes. “Tell me, you know him closely as you both worked together. What do you think his next move would be when he has such plans in mind?” I asked, twirling the nail in with my fingers, and his eyes followed the movement. He knew what would happen if he dared to tell a lie. “Raphael would gain everyone's trust first, which he I’m sure he had already achieved. Then, he would find a suitable place for this ritual where no one would be able to disturb him. If he