Chapter 82

Violette.

Noah and I stood in front of Herta and Nash. They were shackled in the same cell my mother used for almost ten years.

“You can’t put me here, Noah! I’m still your brother! Your only chance to kill me was in the arena. Outside of that, it would be a crime!” Nash lunged forward, but the chain pulled him back.

“No, brother. You’ll be staying here until death knocks on your door.”

“Your mate is a witch! After finding out she is a witch, everyone won’t let you be a king!”

“So?” Tilting his head, Noah grabbed Nash’s hair. His eyes showed malicious intent. “They don’t know and will never know.”

“Bold of you think that. I’ve let Lord Bryan…”

“Bryan, right? He is one of my people.” Noah tugged Nash’s hair harshly. “And I’ve killed him too. You don’t have anything to use against me, brother.”

For once, I finally saw a flicker of fear in Nash’s eyes. He turned to Herta and yelled at her.

“What are you doing?! We are going to die if you don’t use your stupid magic!”

That made me lau