‘Lay a hand on her, and you’ll die a slow, painful death.’ Wilder’s deep voice rumbled through the space, full of violence. ‘You’re pretty confident for a man in chains, Warsword,’ their captor said. ‘But I don’t think we need to worry about the likes of you just now.’ To Thea’s surprise, Wilder laughed. ‘I didn’t say it was me you had to worry about.’
