Victoria, emboldened, turned to Lance, her expression twisted with contempt. “Have you no shame? Hiding behind a woman? Letting her fight for you?” She shot Darren a glance. “Both of them deserve to be executed.”
Adrian’s lips curled into a smirk as he crossed his arms. “Lance, get on your knees. Your only backing is powerless before the Warlord.”
Darren’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he locked onto Lance. “I’ll give you one last chance. Kneel and beg for mercy, or I’ll cut you down where you stand.” Then his gaze flickered to Selene, his grin turning lecherous. “And you... such a beautiful woman. Join the deserter’s daughter in my bed tonight, and maybe I’ll beg the Warlord to spare your life.”
“Enough!” Evelyn’s cry of frustration rang through the hall as she stepped forward
