Eugene didn't speak for a long moment. He just stood there, staring at the letter, his eyes darting back and forth as if he were visualizing the scenes Fenri had described. Slowly, a sick, twisted grin began to spread across his face, revealing teeth stained by wine and rot.
"She thinks I'm old," Eugene whispered, his voice shaking with a terrifying kind of excitement. "She’s been telling the guards that I’m weak, and she’s saving herself for this Silver-Crest ghost."
He crouched down, his massive shadow covering Fenri entirely. The smell of s*x and stale ale still lingered on his skin.
"I was going to be a gentleman," Eugene hissed, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "I was going to take her back to my pack and treat her like a cherished concubine considering how much I spent on her. But if
