The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462 Where’s The Boy?

The lab doors burst open with a thunderous crash.

Rin stormed in with two subordinates at his heels, eyes sweeping the room in search of Benedict.

“Find him,” he barked, jerking his chin.

Catching the signal, the two technicians immediately began tearing through the lab, opening cabinets, checking corners- every movement deliberate, but careful. They avoided going anywhere near Cassian slumped in the shadows.

No one dared come within ten feet of him. The man was riddled with a rare, potent toxin. One wrong move, and they could end up poisoned too.

When the ventilation shafts and storage compartments turned up nothing, Rin’s gaze fell back on Cassian.

“Where’s the boy?” he demanded.

Cassian didn’t even glance at him.

In fact, from the moment they’d stormed in, Cassian had only flicked his eyes toward the door once. Since then, not so much as a twitch.

But Rin hadn’t expected him to answer.

He gave a sharp, cold laugh. “So you’re not talking? You think silence will save you?”

He was certain Cassian had seen the boy.

The lab’s ventilation system was connected between rooms.

If Benedict had escaped through the ducts, this room would’ve been his first stop.

Anyone else, grievously injured and on the brink of collapse, wouldn’t have had the strength to help the kid get away. But Cassian… he wasn’t like other people.

Still, the man remained completely unresponsive, as if Rin’s presence were nothing more than background noise. Rin’s patience snapped. “You really think I can’t make you talk?”

With a sneer, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tactical flashlight. It wasn’t just any flashlight–it was a tool designed with one cruel purpose in mind.

The poison in Cassian’s body came with a special side effect: extreme sensitivity to light during flare–ups. If exposed to a high–intensity beam, he wouldn’t just feel discomfort.

He’d experience a pain so sharp, so precise, it would feel like thousands of needles stabbing straight through his skull. Not physical agony–mental. Psychological torment, the kind that shattered minds and splintered souls.