T
he red-haired traitor sat shamefaced and terrified on the chair he had been bound to with thick ropes. His eyes darted from the axe in Adin’s hand to the crowd of bloodthirsty scoundrels surrounding him from all sides.
“The man who kidnapped your daughter is my uncle, Phillip. He’s a criminal and a lazy rascal, someone who loves to force innocent people to do slave work for him around the house.”
Meir could hardly believe his ears.
“So you recommended my child as a good slave for your fiendish uncle?”
“I’m sorry. It was a mistake. You didn’t deserve it.”
