He modulated his voice carefully. It was a good impression of Lucas, with the cell shadows, Dorian didn't notice.
"Because I expected more from you," Dorian replied. "So much more. You were supposed to be our Herod of the East. The warrior who would rise above the rest, who could dance with devils and still walk out wearing his crown."
He exhaled, then scoffed bitterly. "But instead, you let yourself be manipulated by a woman. You…" he jabbed a finger toward the bars, "…allowed her to make you soft. And stupid. Love? That was your downfall. Not your enemies. Not even me."
Dennis sat forward slightly, his face darkening. "So that made you pit my brother against me?" he asked. "Set Ava up? Hand your own people over to a monster just to prove what, Dorian? That you could still win a game no one else agreed to play?"
