Chapter 114

His hands reached for Edric’s collar, trembling with rage, ready to shake answers out of him. But before he could lay a finger on him, Edric’s men—trained, alert, and already anticipating the outburst—moved in and held August back. It took more than one to restrain him. His entire body writhed with frustration, as if his soul itself was breaking free just to scream.
But being held back didn’t silence him. It only made his rage louder, his voice sharper, his words a blade of grief and betrayal.
"You bastard!" August shouted, voice cracking under the weight of heartbreak.