His anger reverberated around the room like a screeching sound that haunted everyone who listened. Chase turned to the guards that had brought the witch in.
“Take her away to the dungeon,” he ordered. “Make sure she’s starved.”
The guards nodded and went ahead to grab the witch. They lifted her off the ground and pulled her away out of the mansion.
Zeran was standing behind Chase, his eyes were pinned on his friend’s back frame. His fingers rubbed his temples softly, exhausted. He turned to Dali. “What do you think of this?”
“Why are you asking for her opinion?” Chase snapped his head around. “She’s not important,” he said.
“Or you probably don’t want someone else to call you on your shit.”
Chase rolled his eyes. He turned his hardened gaze to Dali. “Leave,” he commanded.
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