Chapter 175

Amelia's POV

As the dim light of the cell flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls, Gonzales's eyes transformed into pools of ethereal silver, a testament to the ancient power coursing through his veins. The room itself seemed to respond to his command, the air thickening, becoming charged with a palpable energy that tethered Isaac to the spot. His resistance, once a burning fire, seemed to ebb away under Gonzales's penetrating gaze, dimming to mere embers as if his very will was ensnared. It was fascinating to watch - but only because Gonzales was on my side as it were.

"Tell me," Gonzales's voice was calm, commanding, "who do you work for?"

Isaac, his figure slumped, his defiance crumbling, parted his lips to speak. His voice, no longer laced with the sharpness of treachery, became a mere vessel for the truth, stripped of any facade. "The Silver Hands," he confessed, the words heavy with implications. Even though I had long since figured that part out, I still held out