Addison’s POV
“You can’t scare me,” he huffed, blood dripping down his chin.
“Oh, I’m not trying to scare you,” I shrugged.
“Then what?”
“So talkative you just became,” I muttered. “I wonder why.”
Except I didn’t. I knew exactly why he began talking the minute I began circling around him. Circling around him like a hawk gawking at its prey. And he knew it too.
“So, I’m giving you the options here,” I said as I dragged the metal chair from the corner to the middle of the room and placed it in front of him.
“I’m still not talking.”
“Who said anything about talking?” I asked resting my arms on my knees. “I gave you the chance to speak and you refused. We are way past talking.”
A smirk formed on my lips when I noticed the man in front of me gulping.
“You see, I’m not like my
