Ryder stood motionless, his frame casting a long shadow against the cave's rough walls as Ray's voice filled his ears, low and deliberate, carrying a weight that made Ryder's muscles tense involuntarily. The faint glow from a torch flickered between them, illuminating Ray's ever-calm expression, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Ryder's mind.
Ray spoke in hushed tones, his words calculated and sharp, as if testing Ryder's reaction with every syllable. The more he spoke, the more Ryder's brows furrowed, his jaw tightening as he struggled to contain the anger bubbling beneath his skin.
"What the hell are you saying, Ray?" Ryder finally snapped, his voice barely restrained, laced with frustration. "Are you trying to start another problem? You think throwing accusations around will help us?"
