Aurelia's breath hitched, her heart pounding hard in her ears as she stared at Garrick's wrist pinned against the wall beside her ear.
Blood gushed from the wound, trailing toward her head.
Consumed by pain, Garrick loosened his grip on her, giving her just enough time to push him away.
It was only then that she saw Axton and Ronan standing by the doorway.
The two men locked their stoic gazes on her.
After a while, Ronan shifted his gaze to Garrick, suggesting to Axton calmly, "My lord, a waste like that would poison our farmlands. I say we sever both his arms, then cripple him from the knees."
At the table, Sorin's eyes lit up with excitement. He reached for his bag and tossed three bags of money onto the table.
A moment later, he pulled out another bag of money.
