Thas stared down at the floor, grinding his teeth.
A long silence passed before he said, “Why not just kill her, make it look like an accident, before the ceremony.”
Peter rolled his eyes, his disappointment evident.
“Because, you fool, we can’t let anything and anyone trail back to us.”
Thas remained quiet, the weight of their options settling like ice in his gut.
Peter’s eyes darkened as he rose, moving toward his son with predatory calm.
“Listen to me carefully. This is our last window. Heiko drinks the potion tomorrow, before the ceremony. Just a few drops—enough to send his beast into full madness. The moment the darkness consumes him again, he’ll lose control. And when that happens... the nobles will beg us to intervene. They’ll demand that we imprison him. Strip his title. Rem
