Page 122 of Sin

She gasped like a fish, and I really wanted her to answer me. I was under no illusions about what I had and hadn’t said. But we both knew if she tried to correct me, it would be the last thing she ever did.

“I . . . I . . .”

“I...I...” I mocked as I got in her face once more. “How about this, Sabine,” I mused, voice turning conversational as I twirled one of the daggers and then slammed it straight into the center of her ribcage. I knew my grin was maniacal as I held her gaze. “How about you do your fucking job, or the next time I stab you, I don’t remove the knife, and I leave you to hang over my throne as a warning to all others stupid enough to disappoint me?”

She made a gurgling sound.

“What was that?” I asked, cocking my head so my ear was at her lips.

“Y-yes, m-m-my lord.”

“Great!” I chirped, snapping away from her with a bright smile. “So glad we’re on the same page. Another fucking happy day here in hell.”

Then I performed a tight about-face, hands in my pockets as I sauntered my way out of the room, softly singing under my breath, “Sweet dreams are made of me...”

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