Page 82 of Twisted Sins

He barely appeared to be in his teens, as his voice sounded like it was still maturing.

Just when one of the Kabali warriors raised the weapon about to slit the teen’s throat, she shouted.

“Tham!”

After ordering to stop, she ran to the top of the boulder and put herself in front of the teen.

“As the Kabali clan head’s wife, I order you to stop,” she said in a commanding tone using the Kabali language.

The Kabali warrior froze, and there were shocked gasps from the rest of the people.

Everyone waited with baited breaths to see what would happen. Nandini knew she was interfering in the laws of Kabalis.

The Kabali warrior holding the weapon didn’t say anything. He looked towards the front of the crowd. Nandini hadn’t dared to look at the demon’s face. But she slowly turned and saw the demon’s impassive face. She couldn’t read anything, but she knew he must be furious at her interference.

“Get down,” he ordered in Kabali language.

Although his tone was calm, her stomach trembled to see the icy coldness in his eyes.

“Only if you stop this,” she replied.

She braced herself, anticipating him to order his men to physically remove her presence.

“Get. Down.” He repeated the order in a dark tone.

She knew she had pushed him too far by openly disobeying him. It was one thing to taunt him in their privacy, but she knew the Kabali clan looked up to him as their clan head and leader.

She didn’t care about his reaction or opinion towards her. But she couldn’t allow his or her anger to be a cause for a young boy to lose his life.

“Fine, I’m coming down,” she said. She looked at the Kabali warrior. “Spare the boy,” she pleaded.

The Kabali warrior frowned, but luckily, he listened to her and paused the execution.

She stepped down from the large boulder.

The demon’s hard fingers gripped around her arm and dragged her away. She had to run to keep up with his stride.

When they reached their tent’s entrance, he pushed her inside.

She turned to face him, knowing she couldn’t afford to lose any time when someone’s life was at risk. Sucking in a deep breath, she went closer and held the demon’s hand in both hers.

His steely grey eyes blazed at her touch.

“Please,” she said, putting in all the emotion she could muster. “Don’t kill that boy. I know you are pissed at me for interrupting… but spare the boy’s life.”

He looked at her face.

There was a flash of something in his eyes, and his mouth twisted darkly. “It’s interesting to hear you beg,” he said. “You usually shout or threaten.”

Her jaw clenched at his words. She wanted to snap at him, but she controlled her temper. “I’m begging because there is someone’s life at stake! And I value life!”

“But you don’t value my life,” he reminded. “You stabbed me and attacked me with a knife. You even said that you’ll celebrate if I am tortured and killed and that you would be the one to rip out my heart from my chest.”

She gritted her teeth at his taunting. “I value innocent life! You aren’t innocent.”

The demon’s eyebrow rose. “He is not innocent either. He is a spy who was caught in the act.”

“But he’s just a boy!”

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