Torture

"Are you the owner of this?" Chaol bellowed.

Errol receives another deadly blow from Chaol who was already flaming in rage. Though his eyes were frosty and lifeless. The hostility can be thoroughly seen in his actions.

The vampire coughed blood as he was getting beaten into a pulp. Lana, wasn't able to take it anymore so he places her hand upon Chaol's shoulder and shook her head.

"Please stop, milord!"

Chaol watched at the blood stained his skin and suit. He ran his finger across his hair in dismay, soaking it along with the blood. "I am going to ask you one more time, Errol."

He raised the bracelet upon his face. "Is this blue amber yours?"

"It isn't!" he yelled at him with all the strength left in his body. "That doesn't belong to me or to anyone... I cannot even take down a single warden, how much more with two skilled ones?"

"Stop guilt-tripping me. You are only one left in this household that can possess this."

"No matter