CHAPTER 34

  He looked calm, unearthly calm as he took tauntingly slow yet predatory steps towards them with his hands buried in his pockets. Skull stood straight and moved out of the way, his eyes going back to see their captive who had gone ramrod stiff and appallingly pallid as he stared eyes wide open at the approaching figure.

  Skull could see him visibly shaking as trails of sweat ran down his temples to his collarbones and down his torso. He looked away, knowing now that there was nothing he could do for him anymore. If only the man had gently cooperated with him, his life would've probably been spared; it wouldn't have gotten to such an extent but alack, either way, it was already too late.

  Jordan finally stopped in front of his captive and stared intently at him before signalling to one of his guards to get him a chair. Taking his seat gracefully before his prisoner, he crossed one of his legs over the other and removed his sunglasses before resting his hands on his knees.