Draven's chuckle turned into a mocking laugh, his hand pressed to his forehead as he shook his head at this red haired stubborn defiance. "You're unbelievable," he sneered with cruel amusement. Leo's usual cocky smirk was replaced by a fierce, burning rage and his red eyes glaring up at Draven.
"Tied up, beaten, and still acting like you've got the upper hand?"Draven taunted.
Leo's jaw tightened. "Like I told you, you'll be on your knees, begging me not to end you, exactly in nineteen minutes."
Draven's grin grew and his eyes narrowed with fake disbelief. "Bold words for a man who's lost everything," he scorned. He gestured to the mercenaries standing nearby as his smile turned cruel.
"You think we still haven't got your burning star? Oh, we've got something special for you."
