Chapter - 72
Remus sat frozen in his high-backed leather chair. The smell of the spilled wine was sharp and acidic, mixing with the scent of his own fear-sweat.
He stared at the young man standing over him. A moment ago, he had thought he was holding the leash. He thought he was the wise, powerful High Priest manipulating a talented but naive commoner.
He was wrong.
The threat Leo had whispered wasn't a bluff. Remus could feel it in his old bones. The killing intent rolling off the boy was heavier than the stone armor of his Iron Saints. It was the aura of something that had killed without hesitation and would do it again.
Remus felt a warm, humiliating dampness threaten to spread in his robes. He clenched his muscles, forcing his bladder to hold. He was the High Priest of Auravale. He would not piss himself in his own study.
"I..." Remus stammered, his throat dry. "I understand. I... I overstepped."
