Adelyn paused immediately and looked back at Dylan.
Although his expression remained as calm and composed as before, she could see it clearly now—
That dark, intense … almost visceral emotion swirling in his blue-amber eyes.
And in that moment, Adelyn understood something crucial about him.
He might appear cool and restrained on the surface—
But beneath it, he was deeply vindictive.
He was not the kind of man who would settle things fairly, but the kind who would return every debt a hundredfold … even a thousandfold.
But she had already settled the score here.
Anything more … would cross the line.
So—
Tugging lightly at his sleeve, she spoke quickly. "I'm not letting them go easily. They …" her gaze flicked toward the men on the floor, "… said they would have their descendants worship me."
The men heard that and immediately nodded, almost frantically.
"Yes—yes! We'll have our descendants worship you forever!"
