Prince Khan slipped the pistol away like it was nothing, his face calm, almost bored. He looked around the room, his cold eyes making everyone uncomfortable.
“That,” he said, waving a hand at Harry’s lifeless body, “was just a little reminder for anyone who thinks they can step out of line.”
Then he turned to Ambrose with a cruel smile on his face.
“What about you, Ambrose?” Khan asked, his voice sharp.
“Got any questions? Or is the message clear enough for you now?”
Ambrose tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky mess of words. The crowd stayed frozen, staring in shock, their faces pale as they took in what had just happened.
On the sidelines, Morgana leaned closer to Asher, her voice low but tense.
“This is too much,” she whispered, her eyes flicking nervously between t
