Marks was never one to play nice. If not for Lirael's noble status, he would've had her in his clutches long ago.
In Herbshire, countless lives had been crushed under his boot. Now, cornered and desperate, he unleashed his inner beast, fangs glistening with malice toward her.
After interrogating Demontae, his resolve hardened into steel. Under Marks's furious glare, the coward cracked like thin ice, pouring out every damning detail of that day's events—including his disgusting scheme to claim Lirael and Samai by force.
With every confession, Marks's blood turned to ice, his resolve crystallizing. This wasn't just a mistake; it was like poking a sleeping dragon. Demontae's attempt to violate Lirael and her friend? That wasn't just arrogance—it was signing their family's death warrant.
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