"Excuse me?" Osiris growled, taking a step forward.
"I said no." The grin on Lord Rowe's face widened. "That fury. That desperation on your face. I know it. I recognize it. I breathe it. And now, the tables have turned. I shall serve you the dish you gave me three months ago, Osiris."
"You better stop now, Rowe." Osiris growled.
"You took away my agency, Osiris." Lord Rowe's voice turned dangerous as he stepped into the room, his eyes blazing. "You made me sit at the sidelines while my daughter was turned into an abomination. You denied me my justice. And now, I shall deny you yours."
"You..." Osiris took a step forward, a spell formation blooming to life in his hands.
"Take the shot." Lord Rowe's grin was the widest it has ever been, his teeth bared in glee. "Take the shot, Osiris. Hit me. Give me the justification I need to lock you up in a dark cell forever."
Osiris glared at the man, calculating all possibilities. He couldn't let this go. He could see it in Rowe's eyes.
