Juggler couldn't kill Adrian anymore—he had been ordered to spare him. Adrian was needed for the future, for the Cult's plans. And since Juggler owed a debt, he had no choice but to follow through.
But sparing Adrian's life didn't mean sparing his soul. No—if he couldn't destroy the man's body, he would crush his heart. He would make Adrian watch as the very people he saved with his own blood turned against the woman he cared for most.
Not by Juggler's hand. Not by an Acolyte's blade.
But by theirs—his so-called "rescued."
Juggler's voice rang out, mocking and cruel.
"Choose now! Do you want to die here, or kill that woman and walk free? In my eyes, there's nothing to think about. End her life, and go home."
Ruby clenched her fists, her teeth grinding as her eyes darted around.
