Chapter Forty
The Shawl Of Justice
Buoyed by a hot meal and plenty of adrenalin, Huldar strode toward the Overlord’s tent. His veil was steely calm, but every stride betrayed the murder in his heart.
“Huldar!” Nachiel called, “Where have you been?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he muttered.
When he came to the Overlord’s tent, he ripped the door open.
Duvät Gok!
“What is the meaning of this?” the Overlord cried, but with one look at Huldar, he backed away.
Huldar bore down on him. “I know what you did.”
“What I did?” the Overlord spluttered. His eyes went to his desk. “What have I done?”
“Lind has been found. You r***d her.”
“r***d her?” Comprehension bloomed across the Overlord’s face. “No, no, you misunderstand.” He laughed nervously. “She likes it like that. She finds my str
