Chapter 67
Leo turned, looked over his shoulder. “Come with me, Hano. I cannot bear this alone.” “Of course,” said Hano. “Warlord, lead the way.” The Daughter was dead, and her baby with her. Their blood soaked the bedsheets and pooled on the tiled floor. A snakeblade’s hilt jutted between her ribs. The dead child’s throat was cut to the bone, its lifeless body still yoked to its mother by the flaccid umbilical cord. It was a boy. It had no eyes. “ Why?” said Hano beside him, his whisper incredulous. “How could this happen? Did she f**k with a demon when your back was turned?” Leo came close to striking Hano, then. Hano knew it, and retreated. The gelding Sabat bowed his head. “Warlord, we did not know she was in labor. After her supper she dismissed her slaves and retired. She gave no sign tha
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