The things he did to those women—keeping them in chains, starving them, killing men and anyone who no longer pleased him… I wasn't prepared for that. It made me sick."
Lyra sipped her wine, watching him with a calm but sharp gaze. "Mm, sounds like he left quite the impression on you."
"Impression?" Nolan shot her a glare. "You don't understand, Lyra. He wasn't just some monster. He was… twisted. He called himself both king and god of the goblins. He thought he could do whatever he wanted."
"And now he's dead," Lyra said evenly, swirling her glass. "Which means you saved those women. Fourteen of them, wasn't it? You do realize how they look at you, don't you?"
Nolan blinked. "What do you mean?"
Lyra smirked faintly. "First Celia and Linda. Then me. And now fourteen more following you home. You're gathering quite the… entourage. Some would call it a harem."
