“Let’s go see the bastards looking for me,” I said, rising to my feet as I stepped outside with the warrior.
The moment I reached the gate, I saw them—the very people who had made my life a living hell for years. Not just mine, but my mother’s too. All because she trusted a monster she once called a friend and a sister.
Good. Henry wasn’t with them today.
Because what I had planned wasn’t merciful.
They must have seen the irritation written all over my face as I stepped out to meet them. There was no way I would let them into my house. Never. They would stay outside and watch me stand above them.
I folded my arms, a cold smirk settling on my lips.
“You can leave us,” I told the warrior.
He bowed and stepped aside, remaining close enough.
“So… what do I owe for this visit?” I asked
