Dar did not know how many times he’d explained it to Zad. He’d been punched repeatedly for that insolence. Vicious fists to his belly for mouthing-back. For answering back. But the truth had to be out. Dar couldn’t give Zad what did not exist. Chin up, defiant. Muscled chest out, sneering with disdain, Dar had answered Zad.
“There is NO SECRET!”
Zad could order him punched in the guts as much as he wanted. There was NOTHING to give,
“It is a gift. I don’t know how it works. It just happens.”
Zad glowered. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t giving him what he’d promised the Darklord. From this obstinate fool he wasn’t going to hear another word.
“What you waiting for?” he snarled at his men.
Dar shook his head in despair. At the man’s stupidity. At the best of times people knew Zad to be foul-tempered, a bully who always wanted his way. And on THIS he had set his heart. He had promised himself he could live forever, foolishly. He had promised himself a way to buy that favour from the Darklord. Only one thing stood in his way. The Beastmaster’s secret. And Zad was not one to take NO for an answer.
He hissed back from his throne.
“No more pissing around. Had enough.”
His gaze lashed furious across his captive’s muscular front. His anger whipped across that broad muscled chest. Angered by that haughty look.
“Squeeze it out of him,” Zad snarled.
“No need to be too gentle.”
He sneered at the idiot who thought he could out-smart Zad. His men had Dar tight by the upper arms. There was no escaping Zad’s demands. They’d squeeze it out of him. In time ……
“Take him down. Beat it out of the lying fool!”