Jalin's POV
Blood trickled down his cheeks, but he didn't even bother wiping it away.
He seemed more conscious now, yet he remained silent, sitting there quietly on the bed, his face devoid of emotion.
His silence only fueled my rage.
I yanked his hair and dragged him off the bed, slamming him against the floor.
Shards of glass embedded into his flesh.
He didn't seem to notice the pain at all.
I despised the way he absorbed the pain as if it were nothing.
He looked exactly like his father.
That old bastard would torture me, then sit in a chair with the same expression, looking at me as if I were nothing.
All those memories flooded back, and I unleashed my fury on him.
He endured it without a sound, just as I had when the old king beat the life out of me.
Whatever horrors that o
