Chapter 25

How could he possibly swallow this insult? Someone had brazenly dared to inspect his camp—his wife. Drogo couldn’t let it go. He might not be able to touch the instigator just yet, but that didn’t mean he was powerless.

He stared coldly at Osu’s gruesomely mutilated corpse and said in a deep voice, "This Giscar pig can count as a bonus to the deal. You don’t mind, do you?"

Kraznys mo Nakloz, panting from the effort of standing, gave the corpse a kick and forced a smile. "A mere hound. I’ve got plenty more. As long as it pleases you."