79. Off with His Damn Head

*Aranelda*

I stormed to the dungeons. This person was going to pay and pay dearly. I wouldn’t imagine who could do this to her. She knew it was going to happen too. She did everything she could to make sure it wouldn’t impact us. There was no way it wouldn’t though. My fiancée is laying in a coma. My mate was near death. The ones in the dungeon right now were the cause of it. Apparently my father had beat me down there, but I wasn’t going to be stopped from exacting my own brand of justice.

“Apophis, what did you do??” A shrill woman’s voice flooded my ears. “Why are they talking as if you have a different wife and a daughter?” The words were dripping with self preservation.

“Why are you pretending you don’t know who my wife and daughter are?” The man spat back.

“Dad, who are these pathetic beings that are arguing with each other?” I let the disdain fall from my every word.

“This,” He pointed to the woman, “Is a creature that identifies herself as Krysta Bronzetail and insists she