Uriel stood up.
He stepped closer, close enough that his shadow fell over his uncle's face.
"Watch while I dismantle every alliance you've made. Watch while your influence crumbles. Watch while your son rots in a cell and your wife realizes what you've become." His voice dropped lower. "Watch while I take everything from you, the way you tried to take from me."
Lord Varnak's face was white. "You are a monster."
Uriel almost smiled. "I learned from the best."
He turned to leave, then paused. His hand rested on the hilt of a blade at his hip, though he did not draw it.
"How's Varn?" he asked, not looking back. "How's his wrist holding?"
Lord Varnak's breath caught.
Uriel glanced over his shoulder, his gold eyes cold. "Though I may not be able to kill you, if you mess with me or my family again, I'll do the unimaginable." He let the words hang in the air, heavy as the cape across his shoulders. "Best keep yourself and your son in line."
