Night after night, I couldn't sleep.
The sleeping tablets Freya gave me? Useless now. I don't even catch a wink anymore.
The rogues have been taken down, and as always, I expect them to stay low until they gather enough strength to make another pathetic move.
I could've made it easy by killing their leader... but where's the fun in that?
What's the point if I don't get to watch him suffer, to watch him claw his way back, only to fail over and over again?
And you know what's even better?
Watching someone you could crush without lifting a finger keep trying...
Watching them bleed out their last shred of strength...
Only to fail again, because I'm always steps, steps ahead, and they'll never catch up.
I'm not a man of kindness. I'm ruthless.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the
