Raleigh
"Why did you do it?"
Five simple words. Five calm, nearly whispered simple words, yet they managed to make Darius and David fall to their knees as if they had been paralyzed.
Dhoom merely shrugged, indifferent while in silver cuffs. "Because I can, and I did," He replied, nonchalant.
Lucien was having none of it, though. He slammed his large hands on the desk, nearly snapping the wood.
Dhoom raised an eyebrow. "What? You asked for the truth, and I told you! What do you want me to do? Lie to make it a better story for the front page?" He sneered. "You wish, bastard."
Alexander stepped forward, and Dhoom relented. He shuffled his wrists, the silver soaking into his skin.