Claimed by my Ex-husband's friend
“Hold him.”
Four soldiers moved instantly, forcing Leo’s arms out wide, stretching him like a cross. They tied his wrists with ropes so tight his hands began to turn purple.
Valen drew a dagger from his belt. He lifted it high, letting the firelight shine on its blade. “This blade,” he said, his voice loud enough for all to hear, “has killed many men. But tonight, it will carve lessons.”
He pressed the blade lightly against Leo’s chest. Blood welled up at once, trickling down. Leo clenched his jaw, refusing to cry out.