Ethan's POV
The air seemed to have frozen in that moment.
My fingers holding her chin turned stiff as iron.
The heat from the branding iron hit my face, yet inside, I felt freezing cold.
All the doubts. Lane's cold eyes. Kian's heavy words. They all came together in that one bloody confession from her mouth.
She only wiped out three towns.
And she regretted not killing more.
The hot branding iron in my hand started to shake.
The firelight reflected in her crazy, hateful eyes, and that slave mark seemed to come alive on her twisted face, mocking me.
"And the prisoners of war? Did you cut off their p***s? Torture them like animals?"
"More than that," Maris snapped, her eyes burning.
"I had them slice his face with a dull blade. I made him kneel and drink urine. I stuffed rotten
