Skarth the Godless“I think he has had enough.”
A snarl gurgles low in my throat because Ulf is right. This Wessex Guard and his merry friends have been tortured and beaten within an inch of their lives, but it’s not enough.
“Tell me what you know!” I grip his hair and yank his head back, and when I hear a snap, I know he won’t be saying another word.
“I fear your questions will remain unanswered,” Ulf says, biting into an apple as he casually examines the c*****e I’ve created. “Just in case you have forgotten, you cut out his tongue…and now you have broken his neck.
“So it seems his days for talking have come and gone.”
“It’ll be your tongue I cut out next,” I warn, letting the guard go as his head flops forward.
“Tsk, tsk,” he quips, finishing his apple and tossing the core to our s
