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The last person to walk through those doors was you.”
Again Isaac took advantage of the fact that Logan couldn’t use his magic in here. Whatever powers of deduction he had were purely mundane, and this leveled the playing field somewhat. But there was something in Logan’s infernal eyes that suggested the question was more of a formality than anything else, because before Isaac knew what had happened, Logan was on him.
Logan grabbed Isaac by his collar and shoved him hard against the window, but Isaac put his hands out and stopped himself from going through the glass or even cracking it. The crows that had been perched on the windowsill cawed in protest and fluttered away into the night. Isaac’s heart was pumping hard now and adrenaline was filling his veins, clouding his composure.
“You have no right to touch me,” Isaac said.
“And you forget your place,” Logan said, his voice a scratchy growl. “You’re lying, and I know it. If you want to make this difficult for the both of us, fine. Lie. But if you come clean now, I’ll let you off easy.”
“I have nothing to lie about.”
“ Bullshit . You’re lying to me right now, you lied about someone having been here earlier, and you lied to the praetors in the courtroom. You may be able to fool them, but you can’t get past me. I can smell the dishonesty on you. Now I’m going to ask again, nicely. Who was here earlier?”
Isaac’s eyes narrowed and he made a quick scan of his immediate vicinity for anything he could use. A lamp shade? A kitchen knife? Neither of these objects was in immediate range, and any move or action on his part would be easily countered by Logan or either of his cronies. Isaac may have outclassed Logan and his legionnaires in the wits department—at least that’s what he suspected—but he was fighting in a physical arena here… and he still outclassed them.
Fighting them, however, was still a risk—a big one, at that. There would be no going back from here if he fought them, especially if the room was bugged and anyone could review the footage on request. They would see Logan asking Isaac to confess, and then Isaac fighting back. Naturally they would come to the conclusion that Isaac was indeed hiding something—otherwise why would he risk engaging the Legio Prime in combat?
But Alice…
“I won’t say anything to you,” Isaac said, having made up his mind.
As soon as he said the words, Logan’s fist came flying. Isaac’s left hand jerked up and blocked Logan’s hand as a disciplined, but primal, instinct took over. Isaac chopped into Logan’s throat with his right hand and sent the big legionnaire staggering away a few steps, coughing and panting. The other two cronies made as if to move in on Isaac, but Logan stretched his hands out to either side and stopped them.
“That’s how he wants to play it,” Logan said between coughs, “Fine. I’ll give him what he wants.”
Isaac cracked his neck from side to side. He then casually rolled the right sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow. “You probably don’t know this about me,” Isaac said, “But before I went to University I did a brief tour in the Royal British Navy. My father was a Commodore. He had thought I needed a little toughening up when I was a lad and had suggested many times before he died that following in his footsteps would give me exactly what I needed.”
“We’ll see how tough you are,” Logan said, and he charged with his fist held high.
Isaac swept to the left. Just as Logan’s fist sailed across his right cheek, Isaac grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Logan cried out, and Isaac jabbed him in the ribs before releasing the bigger man who then continued to stumble forward a few paces.
“I never wanted to enlist,” Isaac said, “I did it because I thought it would be a good tribute to his memory, but I disagreed with my father’s idea that I needed toughening up. Do you know why?”
Logan composed himself, drew himself up, and
Again Isaac took advantage of the fact that Logan couldn’t use his magic in here. Whatever powers of deduction he had were purely mundane, and this leveled the playing field somewhat. But there was something in Logan’s infernal eyes that suggested the question was more of a formality than anything else, because before Isaac knew what had happened, Logan was on him.
Logan grabbed Isaac by his collar and shoved him hard against the window, but Isaac put his hands out and stopped himself from going through the glass or even cracking it. The crows that had been perched on the windowsill cawed in protest and fluttered away into the night. Isaac’s heart was pumping hard now and adrenaline was filling his veins, clouding his composure.
“You have no right to touch me,” Isaac said.
“And you forget your place,” Logan said, his voice a scratchy growl. “You’re lying, and I know it. If you want to make this difficult for the both of us, fine. Lie. But if you come clean now, I’ll let you off easy.”
“I have nothing to lie about.”
“ Bullshit . You’re lying to me right now, you lied about someone having been here earlier, and you lied to the praetors in the courtroom. You may be able to fool them, but you can’t get past me. I can smell the dishonesty on you. Now I’m going to ask again, nicely. Who was here earlier?”
Isaac’s eyes narrowed and he made a quick scan of his immediate vicinity for anything he could use. A lamp shade? A kitchen knife? Neither of these objects was in immediate range, and any move or action on his part would be easily countered by Logan or either of his cronies. Isaac may have outclassed Logan and his legionnaires in the wits department—at least that’s what he suspected—but he was fighting in a physical arena here… and he still outclassed them.
Fighting them, however, was still a risk—a big one, at that. There would be no going back from here if he fought them, especially if the room was bugged and anyone could review the footage on request. They would see Logan asking Isaac to confess, and then Isaac fighting back. Naturally they would come to the conclusion that Isaac was indeed hiding something—otherwise why would he risk engaging the Legio Prime in combat?
But Alice…
“I won’t say anything to you,” Isaac said, having made up his mind.
As soon as he said the words, Logan’s fist came flying. Isaac’s left hand jerked up and blocked Logan’s hand as a disciplined, but primal, instinct took over. Isaac chopped into Logan’s throat with his right hand and sent the big legionnaire staggering away a few steps, coughing and panting. The other two cronies made as if to move in on Isaac, but Logan stretched his hands out to either side and stopped them.
“That’s how he wants to play it,” Logan said between coughs, “Fine. I’ll give him what he wants.”
Isaac cracked his neck from side to side. He then casually rolled the right sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow. “You probably don’t know this about me,” Isaac said, “But before I went to University I did a brief tour in the Royal British Navy. My father was a Commodore. He had thought I needed a little toughening up when I was a lad and had suggested many times before he died that following in his footsteps would give me exactly what I needed.”
“We’ll see how tough you are,” Logan said, and he charged with his fist held high.
Isaac swept to the left. Just as Logan’s fist sailed across his right cheek, Isaac grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Logan cried out, and Isaac jabbed him in the ribs before releasing the bigger man who then continued to stumble forward a few paces.
“I never wanted to enlist,” Isaac said, “I did it because I thought it would be a good tribute to his memory, but I disagreed with my father’s idea that I needed toughening up. Do you know why?”
Logan composed himself, drew himself up, and
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