Jason's POV
I looked up at the figure standing at the door.
He was frozen, clearly shocked as his gaze shifted between me, the bloodied torture tools, the unconscious naked bitch tied to the chair, and my pets still crawling over her trembling body.
I returned my attention to cleaning the tools in my hands, stained with her filthy blood with the cloth from my toolbox.
"I was just getting some useful information out of her," I said casually.
Lucian stepped inside, his eyes sweeping over her pale, limp form. Her body was covered in red, swollen bite marks, mingling with old scars and the new wounds I had carved into her skin.
"Is she dead?" he asked.
"My pets aren't venomous," I replied, not looking up. "Their bites won't kill her. But I can't say if her soul had fled the moment she saw them so closely."
I pulled the long needle from her toe and wiped it clean, placing it neatly into its place in the box along with other tools.
