“There was another story. Did you see it?” His breath on her skin made her shudder. “No,” Layala whispered, afraid to hear it. “Telvian Botsberry found half-dead, unable to speak because his tongue was cut out, unable to write because his hands were cut off. I suppose he shouldn’t have been telling and writing lies about a certain someone. He won’t anymore.” Her eyes widened. “You did that?” “You’re still my wife, and I won’t allow it any longer.”
YES
