Roman mock-gasps, choking out his words. "Poison?! Someone has been poisoning those ungrateful werewolves who rebelled against me and rejoiced at my defeat. Oh, woe is me! I'm so heartbroken!"I release my hold, stepping back. "You think this is funny, huh?""Yeah, it's the funniest," he says, laughing.Let's see how funny he finds pain.I press the branding iron harsh against his skin, and he growls out a million curse words. Music to my ears.I tilt my head, watching him writhe. "Still think this is comedy hour?"He snarls through his teeth, spitting out words that barely make sense between growls. The scent of scorched flesh stiffens the atmosphere. I keep the iron steady a beat longer than necessary before finally pulling it back.He slumps against the bars, chest heaving, eyes blazing at me with venom. Still trying to look like the king he isn’t.I twirl the iron lazily in my hand, letting the heat radiate. "Funny thing about pain—it strips all the crowns, all the titles. Makes
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