"Quite clever, aren't you?"
Heinz's gaze flickered to Augustus, but his focus remained locked onto Florian.
Blood had matted his hair, turning soft lilac strands into something sticky and dark. His lashes fluttered ever so slightly, his chest rising in the barest of movements. Unconscious. Weak. But alive. Barely.
Heinz needed to keep it that way.
The moment Augustus had spoken, the villagers shifted, a wave of unease rippling through the crowd. Some exchanged glances, their expressions flickering between doubt and anger. Even Kane, so smug and sure of himself, faltered for just a second before regaining his sneer.
Only Augustus remained steady. Unbothered.
'He knew.'
'He knew from the very beginning.'
Kane's grip on Florian's hair tightened, fingers curling into the bloodstained strands as he yanked the boy's head back. Florian's throat stretched, vulnerable beneath the blade still pressed to his skin.
"So this is the fucking prince that got Levi killed?"
