Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise
Malrec’s boot slammed into his chest, forcing him back to the floor.
“Their proof dies with them,” Malrec declared, his tone iron. “And their families die with them. Every whisperer, every sympathizer. We do not burn them in squares where she may steal the fire. We strangle them in alleys, drown them in cellars. Quiet deaths. Unmarked graves.”
Councilor Veras paled. “My lord, the people will notice if their kin vanish—”