Why do you serve them?” Anger flashes across his face. “Because I don’t have any other choice.” “There is always a choice!” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” The anger on his face transforms into searing pain for a second before his expression becomes unreadable again. Clenching his jaw, he flexes his hand and draws in a controlled breath. “You don’t know them like I do. You don’t know what they’re capable of. What they’ve already done. To me. And to others.”
