"You're going to stop right there."
The man lifted his hand lazily. The exact same gesture she used a few minutes ago to request a severed head from Blair.
He was mirroring her again without realizing it, which meant the leash was on. He just couldn't feel it yet. If she was Cassian, Renwick Lunaris would have said job well done.
The doors behind the dais opened. Two men dragged Maddox Drakencrest into the throne room by his arms. His torso was a canvas of blood. His armor was shredded across the left side, exposing gashes that ran from his ribs to his hip. His head lolled forward, chin to chest, eyes shut.
They dropped him on the obsidian floor in front of the dais like cargo.
RULE 7: Crying in public is bending over the negotiation table and telling them where the hole is.
