I’m spinning. Falling, dropping down below. “I don’t know—”
Hugh hits me hard. Once, twice, three times. I groan, head lolling, seeing stars. My vision clears a few moments later as he pulls my hair and stares into my eyes, smiling the whole time like we’re discussing the weather.
“You know what I’m talking about,” he whispers in my face. “Admit it.”
“I can’t.”
“Hugh,” Cormac warns.
Hugh chuckles and releases my hair. “Then we’ll just have to wait for Kellen. Maybe he’ll get you talking.”
He hits me again then sits back to wait.