*Mila*
I kept looking between Dylan and Soren. Was this some kind of a joke? One of them was bound to make a facial expression that would reveal the truth.
They both just stared at each other with hardened expressions.
Then Dylan, or Sebastian, narrowed his eyes at Soren. His look turned vicious and he snarled.
“Who the hell are you?”
“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I know your secret, and I’m not the only one.” Soren shrugged casually, like they were having a simple chat about the weather.
“What else do you know!?”
Soren smirked coyly. “It would probably be best for you to assume that I know everything. And if I were you, I wouldn’t want to leave the safety of this tunnel so quickly.”
“Well, you aren’t me, and we don’t agree there,” Sebastian hissed.
Soren sighed. “Too bad. Just because Mila and I aren’t ready to pounce and kill you doesn’t mean that gentleman outside won’t want you dead.”