Chapter 10 The Cruel Mercy

• I had imagined this moment a hundred times in the dark. I had imagined screaming until my lungs gave out.
• There was nothing in me that wanted to scream anymore. Screaming was for those who needed to be heard, and the heavy, suffocating silence of the courtyard was proof that I had already been heard. The broken conspiracy was my witness. The wreckage of Dorian’s pride was my testimony. And the shattered look on Caspian Draven’s face was my verdict.
• Dorian was on his knees and cuffed, with two guards standing on each of his sides. Beside him, Harlan stood like a man waiting for a debt to be collected, his eyes fixed on the middle distance.