Clap!
Varrel threw a brown envelope onto the bed where Lana was leaning back, busy scrolling on her tablet.
"Explain," he commanded.
Lana frowned and opened the thick paper envelope. Her fingers brushed over the contents—several photos—her expression instantly shifting to something just shy of panic.
"Did you pay someone to hurt her?" His voice trembled with barely restrained fury, his fists clenched so tight his hands started to shake.
"No. Why the hell would I hurt someone who's already half-crippled?" Lana snapped, tossing the photos of Lethia at Brookwood onto the floor. "I just paid someone to scare her."
"Then why the fuck did you lure her there?" he growled. "We agreed to lock her up in the temple until the transfer was done."
"You really think she can't escape that cage?" Lana's tone turned sharp. "Lethia is smart. Smarter than you think. She even fooled your own damn men, didn't she?"
