Evelyn gasped.
Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched Lance’s arm.
“Lance, please…” she pleaded, voice breaking.
Evelyn then turned to the cheif, she clasped her hands together begging the cheif for mercy. “please, cheif, we just got Lance back after ten years. We can’t lose him again.”
The chief wiped the blood from his lips and smirked.
“Finally, you admit your mistake.”
He stepped closer, and his voice dropped to a sickening whisper.
“I’ll forgive you,” he murmured, “on one condition.”
His eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction.
“You and Rachael will follow me inside. If you serve me well—” he sneered, “I’ll erase the levy, and your husband won’t be sentenced to death.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched.
Disgust and horror filled her eyes.
But before she could react—
THUD!
Lance’
