"If we fail to kill him, we'll only give him a reason to execute us before the entire tribe, and not a single soul would speak against it," Vorrack continued.
The more Garwin heard, the deeper his fear sank.
"Then what—" Garwin's voice cracked, nervousness bleeding through his features. "What are we even doing here if we can't even do that?"
He had believed Kael's death would be his salvation. Without him, there would be no retaliation. Even if his past sins came to light, who among the tribe would dare move against him?
"We don't need his death," said Dessa, who had remained silent until now. She had a striking face—lush brows framing crimson irises with razor-thin vertical pupils that lent her gaze the cold precision of a viper.
"We need his title."
At her words, every eye in the hollow turned toward her.
Still, the question lingered—How?
Yet no one voiced it. From the look on her face, she was far from finished.
