Chapter 21 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡

I settled into my chair while the officials sat several feet away at a long carved table. The air was thick, heavy with unease. Every eye avoided mine.

“Lord Varron,” I said quietly.

He froze. The sound of his name struck him like a lash. His throat bobbed as he turned toward me, his hands trembli...