Balfour furrowed his brows, taking on the stance of a man ready to negotiate. "Listen, I’m quite sure I can provide you anything you desire. We live in a society governed by laws. If you harm the woman you're holding, do you really think you can get away with it? Besides, there are two eyewitnesses right here – myself and this woman. If you go through with this, you'll spend the rest of your days behind bars. So, think hard– do you want to make a deal with me, or spend your life in a cell with no view of the sky?"
Kael's nostrils flared, clearly rankled by Balfour's superior attitude.
"Mr. Howard, I get it, you're somebody! But right now, you want this woman alive, don't you? Her life's in my hands, so you better listen up! You do as I say, cut the pretentious crap. I’m not a fool, you know?"
Margot's heart was in her throat. She noticed Thalia was weakening under Kael's grip, her legs kicking feebly on the ground.
"Let go of Thalia first, then we can talk! We mean no offense – just looking to reason with you, big guy. Could you release your grip at least? Otherwise, how can we proceed with our discussion?" Margot tried to calm Kael down.
Kael glanced at Thalia, thinking she might be already gone, and let go abruptly, only to suddenly pull her back by her shoulders.
"Don't come any closer! As long as you're not thinking of calling the cops, I won't hurt her! Please understand, I don't want to do this – I've got my reasons," he said, his voice betraying panic and confusion.
One moment he was all bravado, the next he was pleading pitifully. Balfour frowned, unable to decipher what this man really wanted.
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