He inclined his head. “You want me to learn the difference between my pleasure and her pain, Sir?”
“That, too.” He took a step back, adjusting his grip on the hurlbat. “Ready, boy?”
Jesse tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry, too sore from earlier. He closed his fingers around the chains supporting him, his muscles automatically tensing, bracing for what would come next.
“Yes, Sir.”
The hurlbat was the one weapon in the world that could kill Jesse. If Gideon drove it into his chest, it would slice through his heart, probably killing him instantly. The damage it inflicted wasn’t irreparable, but Jesse wouldn’t recover from it in the blink it took other injuries to heal, either. These would take days to mend.
Emma knew that.
His gaze was fixed on the silver blade as Gideon set
