Shady

Pratik watched him go, keeping his fists clenched but feet firmly planted in place. He'd be glad to have a moment to snoop around the office by himself. And to ...

He was definitely going to kill both of the bastards. Utrid had just decided that -- irrevocably. His pride screamed at him to show Utrid exactly who he was fucking ...

Pratik turned loose of the bottle of mead -- before he caved in to the impulse to throw it straight at Utrid's face. Thicker skin his ass. Saving a girl ...

Pratik slammed the bottle of mead on the desk, anger surging through him again. " Women. " Pratik snarled. "Innocent fucking women. That you're okay with him fucking raping?"

Pratik stopped midstride as he took another step towards the door. Fuck. There was a bigger game here that he needed to continue being a key player in. Who knew ...

Pratik filled the cup. What a fucking idiot. 'You -- slave -- did one of the men who do not keep slaves, have you as a slave?' Pratik saw Utrid ...

Pratik glanced up, startled he was being addressed. Was this a test? He'd been told not to speak. But... "No, sir."

Pratik stepped forward and filled the glass, before taking his place along the wall once again. He needed to get command of his emotions before he did anything at all. ...

Pratik stepped back into his former position -- withdrawing into the emotionless shell of a person he knew he needed to look like. But inside he was hot . And ...

Pratik stepped forward instantly, tipping more mead into his cup. Maybe he'd kill them both -- if Utrid thought Tarr raping a slave was even remotely acceptable. Not to mention ...

Pratik grasped the mead with both hands, but was careful to keep his face completely neutral and made his gaze look as distant as possible. The animal Tarr so desperately ...

Well, that was certainly a development. He was going to get this information to Roland right away -- as soon as he left this room, if he could. Ash would ...

(You can! I can make Pratik be anywhere haha)

(Works for me!)

Ky murmured her thanks, decidedly refusing to so much as glance in the direction of the blood, and started toward her tent.