"Set me free right now, Beron!" Holino snarled, his voice vibrating with fury. He thrashed against the seats, his wrists straining against the cold steel behind his back. "Set me free, or I swear to God I will break your fucking neck the very moment I am rid of these handcuffs!"
Beron didn't even turn his head. His hands remained relaxed on the steering wheel, guiding the vehicle through the dark, misty avenues with an infuriatingly calm composure. "You can't break them, Ford," he said smoothly, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling cadence. "No matter how much you try, those constraints are reinforced. Save your breath."
A sudden wave of heat surged through Holino's veins. Refusing to submit, he channeled his B-tier energy, forcing the biological power straight down into his forearms and wrists. He braced his shoulders against the leather and violently wrenched his arms apart, expecting the metal links to snap under the weight of his heritage.
