Chapter 30
Belmor was silent for a few moments. He shifted and fidgeted.
"Where does the treaty stand now?" he asked formally in a low voice.
Ah, Viktor understood now Belmor was stewing over the consequences of his actions. Good.
"I have not heard word from the wolves yet."
"The treaty is being stalled, isn't it? I can see dozens of those mutts standing quiet guard just outside" More than before, Belmor's words were slightly rushed.
Viktor took a sip of his drink. "What else do you expect, Belmor? Less security after the stunt you pulled?" Viktor raised a brow as he questioned Belmor.
Belmor turned away.
"We should be grateful we are not being thrown into dungeons. Isn't that what you want though?" Viktor's tone was mocking.
"I was just doing the King's bidding," Belmor countered. Viktor felt the urge to roll his eyes.
"What did he bid you, Belmor... to be a fool?"
