Stephen’s POV
Lord Robinson was on his knees in front of me and his voice shook as he begged, and I let him talk until he ran out of excuses because there was nothing he could say that would change the fact that we caught him with trucks full of scent cloak and wolfsbane bullets leaving his store last night. I sat back in his own chair in his own manor and watched him, and the guards stood behind him with their blades drawn. The man looked weak and foolish as he tried to cover the truth with more lies and I didn’t want to waste time on him.
“We traced the monthly royalties,” I said, keeping my voice calm because I didn’t need to raise it. “The trade elder checked every record, every shipment, every signature. You have been smuggling for a month, and you did it under my nose. Tell me wher
