ORTON'S POV.
"Who sent you?" I questioned. I wasn't in the mood for the back and forth.
And no, even though it'll be with great pleasure to dismember their body part by part and watch them beg for death. Now wasn't the right time to eliminate them.
How then would we find the bastard behind these?
He opened his mouth to speak when he suddenly began to cough. Good thing I came prepared, I inched closer and punched the bastard in his jaw.
"Careful Orton. We're not ready to kill any other person,"
A smirk appeared at the corner of my lips, "At least, I'll be justified for the murder,"
My response was followed by a low growl from Emrys. I ignored him as I turned my attention back to the man who was already spitting out blood.
"We-we…we were sent by—" he didn't finish his statement when
