A blade formed from pure essence appeared in his hand.
Jorghan smiled, cold and slow. He dragged the dagger down Jamie's chest, slicing through shirt and skin in one clean line. Blood welled up, dark and hot.
Jamie hissed in pain.
"She poisoned me to escape me," Jorghan whispered, leaning close.
"Not because she loved you. Because she was afraid. And you… you took advantage. Put your worthless seed in her. Thought you'd won."
He twisted the blade into Jamie's shoulder, slowly grinding it against bone.
Jamie screamed, body arching off the floor.
"Luke? That boy is proof of your weakness. A mistake I let live too long."
He pulled the dagger free and moved to Jamie's hand, pinning it to the stone.
One by one, he broke the fingers, snap, snap, snap, like dry twigs. Jamie's cries echoed off the walls.
"You should never have messed with me," Jorghan said, voice steady as he carved a slow circle into Jamie's chest, deep enough to expose muscle.
