The way he says it makes my stomach drop. I stand, walking to his desk. “You mean he’s at Carnage.” He says nothing. “But Carnage is like death row. You don’t get taken to Carnage and then released, so…I just never get married?” “You don’t need a Lord to be powerful, Anna.” His eyes drop to glance between my legs, and I take a step back from his desk nervously.
