Chapter 42: Disgusting Lord
Theron stared at him, finally realizing the depth of the lord's cowardice.
"You hide behind laws while innocents die."
"I hide behind order," Zamorde corrected.
"And you would do well to remember your place. Now… unless you plan to arrest me for obeying the king's law, I suggest you take your leave. Before I am forced to declare you unwelcome."
Hannah's vision flared with faint golden heat — Ren's anger, ready to lash out.
She clamped down on it, her fingers digging into her palms. There was no use in breaking. This man was untouchable, shielded by his own empty decency.
She lifted Billy again, holding him closer.
Theron gave a short, bitter nod.
"You will hear of this again, Lord Zamorde. When the cult comes for you."
"I am sure I will," Zamorde said calmly. "And when they do, I will show them my letters. I will show them my requests. I will show them how dutifully I followed the rules.
Good day."
