"Why are you disobeying the Sovereign's words?"
At Malakai's words, a chill gripped the entire hall. Grinner's eyes widened so much it was a wonder they remained in their sockets.
It was one thing to go against the words of a Vein, another to go against the words of a Pulse. On both occasions, death was expected, swift and certain.
But to go against the words of the Sovereign… that was treason of the highest order.
Because to go against the Sovereign was to go against the entire Sanguine Clan itself. One would be hunted, broken, tortured, kept alive just enough to endure the worst pain imaginable for as long as possible.
The consequences were that insane.
The Sovereign was directly in charge of the training camp, the one who had declared and personally made its rules.
