Caspian stepped forward, looking the boy up and down.
"Where is Lyrius right now?"
The boy didn't answer. His gaze darted left and right.
"Just… follow me," he muttered.
Caspian stopped walking.
His instincts screamed.
Something wasn't right.
This boy was nervous. Too nervous.
"Wait a minute," Caspian said coldly. "Let me call him first."
The boy panicked.
"N-No need! I already know where he is!" he stammered.
That was all the confirmation Caspian needed.
Within a second—he moved.
He closed the distance in a blur, grabbing the boy by the neck and slamming him against the doorframe.
"Tell me the truth." Caspian's voice was ice-cold.
The boy broke down instantly.
"P-Please! Help me!" he sobbed.
Caspian's grip tightened.
"Help you?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "You were about to lead me into a trap. Why should I help you?"
The boy started crying.
"They—they're hurting my brother!"
Caspian's eyes darkened.
"Who?"
