Lucas lay at Arthur's feet, blood pooling beneath his broken body.
Around Arthur, Imperius family soldiers formed a tight ring, blades drawn, a dozen killing intents pressing down on him. Adrian stood directly in front of Arthur, aura coiled and ready, eyes cold.
"Fuck you, you bastard," Arthur said.
A vein twitched on Adrian's forehead.
Jessica almost laughed.
Her shoulders shook once before she forced her expression back to neutral, biting the inside of her cheek. Sylvia said nothing, her face unreadable, while Agnus watched with an expression that was disturbingly calm, as if this were all a mildly interesting play.
Many of the soldiers' mouths hung slightly open.
They couldn't quite believe what they had just heard—someone swearing at the Imperius patriarch while surrounded by his troops.
