Chapter 9 - The Execution of the Traitor
Silas pressed the silver blade deeper into my neck, a bead of red blood trickling down my collarbone. "Back off, Kane! I mean it! Order your guards to drop their weapons and prepare a private jet for me at the airfield, or she dies right now!"
I looked at Kane through the smoke. I saw no panic in his golden eyes. I saw only absolute, absolute trust.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
I looked Silas in the eye, leaned back slightly, and slammed the heavy wooden heel of my shoe directly into his knee joint with all the force I could muster.
CRACK!
Silas screamed in agony as his kneecap shattered, his grip on the dagger loosening for a fraction of a second.
That fraction of a second was all Kane needed.
In a blur of terrifying speed, Kane crossed the thirty-foot room in a microsecond.
His giant, clawed hand clamped around Silas's throat, lifting the chief adviser off his feet and slamming him back-first into the stone wall with enough force to shatter the granite bricks behind him.
The silver dagger clattered uselessly onto the floor.
Kane's other hand swept out, ripping the silver collar from my neck and tossing it aside before wrapping his broad arm around my waist, pulling me safely against his chest.
The remaining nineteen mercenaries dropped their weapons instantly, falling to their knees in absolute terror, raising their hands in surrender as Commander Vance and fifty armed royal guards swarmed into the ruined chamber.
Silas hung in the air, his legs dangling uselessly, choking for breath as Kane's golden eyes glared into his soul.
"P-Please..." Silas wheezed, blood trickling from his mouth. "Mercy... Your Majesty... mercy..."
"You offered no mercy to my people," Kane said, his deep voice resounding with absolute, divine justice. "You offered no mercy to the seven candidates you tried to break. And you offered no mercy to my Queen."
Kane turned his head to look at me. "Harper. What is the sentence for high treason against the realm?"
I looked at Silas Mercer—the man who had terrorized my pack, poisoned my mate, and tried to destroy our lives for greedy ambition.
"The law of the realm is absolute, My King," I said clearly. "Execution."
Kane nodded once.
With a single, swift snap of his massive wrist, Silas Mercer's neck broke.
The body went limp. Kane tossed the traitor's corpse onto the floor like a piece of dirty trash.
Commander Vance stepped forward, bowing deeply before Kane and me. "The estate is secure, Your Majesty. All traitors have been neutralized."
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Kane pulled me close, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, resting his chin on top of my head as I leaned against his broad chest.
"It's over, Harper," he whispered softly into my hair, his heart beating in a strong, steady rhythm against mine. "The darkness is gone."
