Bronte reached across his desk for Ginerra's neck. She screams and leans back in the chair, causing it to flip over. Vronte is walking toward her. Ginerra scooting backward, looking at Bronte but into Rama's black eyes. "You conspired against me from the beginning. " He grabs her head, pulls her off the floor. "The only reason you're still alive is because of our mate bond. But I have something in store for you."
Ginerra, looking at her three sons, said, "Help me."
Ares and Atlas shook their heads. Apollo turns this nose. "You brought this on yourself. Like Kaimana said, traitors should die."
Bronte points to Apollo, "Kaimana was right. Damn it. Lock her ass in the dungeon. You don't have to feed or give her water." He smirks, "When we're at war, she'll get what she deserves. Generra
