Chapter 48

• And just like that, ten more unlucky persons had their legs broken and dumped atop the already distressed four from earlier. Now, a small heap was formed. Everyone could only look on. The special guests could only sigh internally.
• Anslan deserved whatever he was getting today. The mate he’d treated badly had come back to get her pound of flesh, and he could do nothing but kneel. Sigh.
• Helene was already dreading Bellatrix asking her questions. She was perspiring heavily. Her makeup was ruined, but that was of no concern to her at the moment.