Chapter 35
Author: Gem Lynne
last update2025-03-25 02:00:01

A dark silence stretched between them.

Kacper’s gaze remained piercing, and impenetrable.

Finally, he hummed. “Is that so?”

James swallowed hard, his head pounding as he struggled to keep himself upright. His entire body ached, sharp pain radiating from every inch of his battered frame.

He let out a trembling breath, his face smeared with blood and dirt. His lips quivered as he stammered, “Y…yes, I've got a perfect plan for that.”

One of Kacper’s men scoffed. “Capping,” he muttered, spitting on the ground beside James.

Kacper let out a low chuckle, turning his back to James. His fingers drummed lazily against his wrist as he mused. "I don’t like being lied to, James," he said smoothly.

At his unspoken command, the men surged forward again.

James barely had time to scream before fists and boots landed on him. He curled into himself, coughing violently as a solid kick slammed into his ribs.

“P—please!” he gasped, spitting blood. "I swear on my family’s name, I have a plan! A real plan
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