Leon held Gordon by the face, fingers locked like iron clamps around his skull, Valeria's corpse still cradled in his other hand. He dragged Gordon forward until the Lord was forced to stare at her.
"You did this to her," Leon said, his voice flat and hollow, as if all warmth had been scraped out of it.
His grip tightened. Bone creaked. Gordon's eyes bulged, bloodshot and frantic.
"You could've done anything else in this world," Leon continued, each word measured.
"But you chose my sister. You chose to kill her just to get back at me."
Gordon's eyeball threatened to burst from its socket as Leon squeezed harder.
"How did it feel?" Leon asked as his voice trembled with the kind of restraint that only made the air heavier.
"When you broke her bones… when you watched her scream for help you knew would never come?"
