Losing it, she attacked him. “You savage demon!” she yelled, hitting him on his chest with her fists. “I already agreed to stay here as your wife! You have no right to threaten my family! They must be worried sick!”
The demon picked her off the floor and carried her into the tent. He put her down in the middle of the tent next to the food table. He sat on the opposite side of her.
She didn’t want to sit or eat when her family was worried about her.
She sprang up. “The Thakvars are not responsible for the attack last night!” she continued to shout. “Or any attack on the Kabali clan!”
The demon watched her with a dark look. “Sit down,” he commanded.
She glared at him. “I won’t! Not until—”
“Sit. Down.”
Knowing the demon wouldn’t listen until she did as he commanded, she gritted her teeth and sat down.
“Last night’s fire attack—”
“A drone was used to drop fire,” he stated. “There are no other clans in Singoor who have that kind of technology or resources to carry out such an attack.”
She was shocked. She knew a drone was used, but she thought there must be other clans in Singoor who had access to such technology.
“But it’s not my family!” she insisted. “They would never do such a thing.”
He remained quiet as he opened the dishes and began to serve food on two plates.
“Do you hear me?” she shouted. “It’s not the Thakvars. It’s someone else. And they are blaming the Thakvar clan!”
He placed a plate in front of her.
“Eat,” he commanded.
She was angry at his order.
“No!” she replied. “I won’t! I want you to listen to me first. I’m telling you, it’s not my family who attacked last night!”
He looked at her. “I know.”
She was stunned. “What?”
“I know it isn’t the Thakvar clan. Your brothers are not stupid to leave a proof, such as half-burnt arrows with Thakvar clan insignia. Someone else ordered the attack.”
“Who?” she demanded, pissed that another clan was deliberately building animosity towards the Thakvar clan.
He looked at her. “Eat first.”
She wanted to refuse. But she knew the demon would stop talking if she didn’t listen. So, she began to eat.
“The order came from outside of Singoor,” he said. “And it was carried out with the help of mercenaries.”
“Who is it?” she asked. “And why are they trying to pin the blame on my family?”
The demon’s eyes flashed darkly. “I’m hunting for that person.”
She knew the demon would make the person responsible pay a hundredfold.
She sucked in a breath. “If you knew it wasn’t my family, why did you send them a lock of my hair?” she demanded.
Before he could reply, she understood the reason. “Your people expect retaliation. And unless you can catch the real culprit, you cannot let the act go unpunished.”