(Intense gore and brutality ahead. Reader discretion is advised.)
His fingers locked firmly into the prince's long, braided hair, and with a single, brutal upward jerk, he yanked Gorr's entire body off the ground, forcing his neck to snap backward.
"No! Wait! You nodded! You—" Gorr shrieked, his eyes expanding to the size of coins as the icy terror rushed right back into his chest.
Sol didn't waste his breath answering the coward and threw him on his back. He didn't promise to let him live; he had only demanded the truth.
And the truth didn't change the fact that this boy had marched into the Veynar village, dragged the Lumi away with intent to sacrifice her, and more than that ordered a human tribeswoman to be skinned alive just to create a mocking trophy.
