Fennigan’s gaze, sharp and unyielding, met Jax’s. “See to it that he’s not drawing breath when the capital guards arrive. I want no doubt left for them.”Jax, with a practiced, almost casual efficiency, lifted Northcott’s limp head by a handful of coarse hair. The strangled gurgling that had punctuated Northcott’s final moments had ceased entirely. “I’m thinking that last blow you landed sealed his fate,” Jax murmured, his fingers probing gently for a pulse against the cooling skin. A moment of silence stretched, thick with unspoken understanding. “Aye, he’s gone.”A grim satisfaction settled over Fennigan. “Good,” he stated, the word clipped and final. “I made it exceedingly clear to them. If they continued to meddle with our family, I would dismantle the High Council, stone by agonizing stone. And now, that makes three. How many more must I send back to them in such a state before they understand?”“As many as it takes,” Jax responded, his voice steady, his loyalty an unspoken, unsh
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