I stared at him.
“Bit late for that, don’t you think?” I said, voice flat. “It’s been, what? A month? Since she left you. Secretly divorced you. Vanished.”
He didn’t answer.
I stepped even closer—one more inch and he’d be breathing my shadow.
“And now you come looking? After she finally found peace?”
He didn’t respond.
“Get off my land,” I said. “Better yet, get out of my city. And don’t come back.”
He opened his mouth.
I showed my teeth.
“Unless you’re planning to leave on your own,” I added, “I’d be happy to help you find the exit.”
He backed up a step, rage flickering behind his eyes. But he didn’t speak again.
Smart.
Just turned and walked, jaw clenched so tight it looked like his molars might crack under the pressure. I waited until he was nothing but a speck on the horizo
