Chapter 196

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

"My name is Hassan. I told you that." Zacharias could smell the stench of his own fear. A predator like Nador could no doubt smell it on him, too. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He pulled against the bonds holding him to the chair.

Unlike Luke, who got a cinderblock cell to stew in, Nador had Zacharias in what looked like a torture chamber.

His calculated risk coming here was just that-a risk. And the trap had snapped shut on him instead of Yael.

"He called you Zach." Nador clenched Zachiaras' face in his big, meaty palm, forcing him to look up at the mercenary.

"My name is Hassan." Zacharias stared Nador right in the eye, putting all the truth behind the statement that he could. "Ask yourself, what does he gain by pitting us against each other? He's trying to deflect your attention, get you to ignore him. What's he planning down there?"