Chapter 1257:
Torin pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with deliberate calm. “So, what exactly did Randell offer you to make you gamble everything on this rebellion?”
Instead of finishing things quickly, Cade decided to relish the sight of Torin’s defeat. There was nowhere left for Torin to run. He was trapped.
Cade drawled, “As soon as you’re out of the picture, I’ll take command of the military.”
A mocking sneer crossed Torin’s lips. “Too bad you won’t live long enough to sit in that seat.”
Cade let out a mocking laugh. “Your Grace, still acting tough when you’re staring death in the face? You really think you can escape this base alive with only a handful of men?”
By now, nearly all the soldiers who had supported Torin had been wiped out. What difference could twenty men possibly make?
A twisted grin appeared as Cade suggested, “If you get on your knees and beg for mercy, maybe I’ll make your death quick. Otherwise, when the rest arrive, you’re in for real suffering.”
“The rest?” Torin lifted an eyebrow. “Other than Randell, who else is so desperate to see me dead?”
Since Cade believed Torin was already finished, he didn’t bother hiding anything anymore. He found a spot to sit and made himself comfortable. “His Highness has wanted you gone for a long time, but it’s Lord Rosethorne who truly hates you. Have you forgotten? You cut off his ear once. He’s been waiting ever since for a chance to settle the score.”
“Maybe he’ll stop at taking your ear, or maybe he’ll carve out your eyes, or slowly hack off your limbs. You’ve always been talented at making enemies, Your Grace,” he added with malicious delight, unable to hide his excitement.
“Pervis,” Torin replied, his voice cold and steady, the hint of a cruel smile on his lips. “I almost forgot about that man.”
At that moment, movement downstairs caught their attention.
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Randell came into view, surrounded by Royal Guards, and strode toward Torin with authority in his step.
The hatred Randell held for Torin was plain on his face, and seeing Torin in this predicament filled him with both contempt and satisfaction. Years of living in Torin’s shadow were finally coming to a close.
A sneer twisted Randell’s lips. “Duke, who would have guessed you’d end up like this? You were always so high and mighty, but now you’re right where you belong—helpless and cornered.”
The army general, boiling with anger, looked like he might jump in, but one sharp glance from Torin held him back.
Randell took Torin’s silence as a sign that fear had finally broken him.
“You were never anything special, Torin. Just a coward, always afraid of death. You used to make so much noise, and now you’ve got nothing to say,” Randell mocked, still burning with resentment after years of being forced down by Torin. As Randell reached for his gun, Pervis appeared at last.
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