Chapter 46. The Game Is Brutal

NABU

Lost in a well of emotions I sink into my chair again, my hands folded, my eyes darting from one corner of the room to another. I begin to admire the small lamps hanging on every corner and the large brown bookshelves standing guard by the side, exuding elegance. For the first time, I notice the lacy white curtains dancing slowly as whiffs of breeze drift in, stimulating my mind to go down memory lane to the time when I was hiding in the late Madurk’s chambers, afraid yet hateful and angry. Now I can’t help but wonder if it was all worth it.

One act of revenge spiraling out of control. One kill leads to many. Karen would not have supported this approach.

“Damn it!” I curse under my breath, goosebumps trailing my body. Just then my door creeks open again and some man strides in with a jug in his hands. His presence reminds me of his beautiful body and face which I have almost forgotten in this moment of gloom.

He hoofs the door with his back heel and it s