“That motherfucker is supposed to be dead,” I growled in a low tone, my eyes on the door where Vard had now disappeared. Roary was being yanked along by the collar on his neck, drawn through a door to the other side of the stage and panic gripped me as I lost sight of him. “I fought in the war. They found his body. He – Drav – Vard. He tortured Tory Vega, he-”
honestly why did noone guess this?
