The boy didn’t agree at all, and he frowned to show it.
"Let me go," he demanded, staring up at Eon now. They wouldn’t really hurt him, right? They were just trying to scare him, right?
✖ - { Quickly, Eon’s hand released the top’s front and latched loosely onto Baruch’s throat - but they were prepared to tighten their grip if Baruch tried to run away. }
Sorry, did you say something, flea?