"You think you can beat me into silence?" I rasp, grinning through the blood in my teeth. "You think a few broken ribs are going to stop me from making you face what you f*****g did?"
Conan doesn’t answer.
I lean in, my breath a wrecked, jagged thing against his ear. "I know what you did, brother." My voice is low, sharp, dripping with venom. "I know you let Theodus take her. I know you stood back and watched."
His whole body locks up.
I feel the moment the rage twists into something else. Something ugly. "You sold her," I whisper, my voice just for him. Just to gut him where he stands. "For what, Conan? Power? Land? A f*****g seat at his table?"
His nostrils flare, his arm pulling back, fist coiled like a viper ready to strike again—
But I don’t let him.
I move.
The second he lung
