*Varek*
The guards drag Cara’s husband into the hall on his knees before me. His face is pale, sweat slicking his temples. His head is bowed low with defeat, his shoulders slumped.
Dante comes in just behind, looking as on edge as he had been during the siege.
“I only have one question for you,” I say. “Was Cara involved?”
He snarls. “Why would she be? That b***h cares no more for me than a worm. Something you know well. There was never any loyalty to me, no care.” He glares up at me. “You gave me a wife in name only. You have no idea how much you’ve humiliated me!”
“You humiliate yourself,” Dante says, c*****g an eyebrow.
“Shut up!” He yells. “I’m still your king!”
Dante laughs. “Your little crown is pretty, but that’s all.”
His face turns purple as his lips pull back in an ugly
