“Though you don’t seem quite so bad. Perhaps you’ll be spared.” “What do you mean by that?” Ferrick asks, a tinge of worry in his voice. “I’ve a collection of men who I intend to repay for how generous they were to me.” Vataea’s smile gleams wicked. “Dismemberment for anyone who ever tried to touch me. The tongue flayed from those with wicked mouths. And the hearts eaten from any man who’s ever told me to smile.”
