Alloynie?
Luther's composure wavered when he heard this, his hand once again hardly gripping the prisoner's throat apace.
The disbelief and surprise he felt obvious in his face as he kept choking the man before him.
"What did you just say?" His voice was as usual cold but threatening not to be lied to.
The Perstons were atrocious and big liers also. However, he despised being deceived.
He desired nothing but the truth and would render horrid deaths to anyone who says otherwise.
"A..alloynie. It's all Alloynie!" He struggled to speak, his face red from the lack of oxygen.
Luther was in doubts.
Barely an hour ago, this man wanted death than revealing the truth. Now at the face of death, he became a chicken and spouted it out so easily.
Luther couldn't believe him even if he wanted to but there were many clues pointing to Alloynie now. He also couldn't tell if or not Alloynie could be involved in it.
He let go of the prisoner leaving him to cough out blood profusely.
