SHAWN
It was Cassius’s dry chuckle that finally broke the heavy silence in the room.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, the words thick with cynical amusement. Another of those grating laughs escaped his lips before he finally met my gaze—one that darted pointedly from my face to the torn divorce papers littered across the ground.
“There is more from where that came from, Shawn,” he said, his voice lowering. “Finally, you get to lie on the bed you have made for yourself. You and your entire family. I don’t think Silas Viking will be particularly happy when Elara tells him what she has gone through at both your hands and your family's. Neither would her brothers.”
My mother paled even further as a small, pathetic squeak left her lips, her body still numb with the sheer force of the as
