Stephen shoved Pearl away, shot to his feet, and grabbed a blade on the table behind him. He held it aloft and lunged at Darius, wanting to stab him. Unfortunately for him, things didn't go as planned. Darius slowly raised an arm, which made Stephen let out a disparaging laugh.

"Do you think you can…" Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself lying on the ground. He stared skyward in disbelief. Had Darius actually flipped him onto his back? He pointed at Darius with a trembling finger. "You…what are you…"

Darius crossed his arms and looked at him mockingly. "I tried to be patient, but it seems you don't need it." He stepped forward and placed a foot on Stephen's chest. "I've already made myself clear—the only thing that will keep you alive is you telling me everything you know. Of course, you can be stubborn and tell me to investigate the matter myself. If so, don't complain about not being a fan of my methods when I get to the bottom of this."

Stephen's eyes were filled