No justification

Author's POV

Rage filled Carl's being as he paced his room. Leila must think he is just like everybody else that she can trample upon. His days of being a tyrant weren't exactly over yet. It had been a long while, but still doesn't mean he can't pick it back up.

Somehow, Carl had been growing impatient with the thought of leaving. He was only stalling because of Ariana and his intention to beg her to cone along with him. However, judging by Leila's childish reaction to their sexual spree. He wouldn't back down so easily until he teaches her a lesson.

At the same time, nothing seems to appear like a right punishment for such grievous offense Leila intends to commit. The mere thought of her name made him angrier.

His eyes watered at how his life would have been cut short if Ariana wasn't sick. And he would have stepped right into the lion's den. Carl ruffled his hair, pulling at it. Steadying himself on the edge of the bed, he held his head with both of his hands, brooding.

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