The room went deathly silent.
General Ithris stared at Jax with disbelief. Nerith's mother, seated beside her husband, covered her mouth in shock. Nerith herself had gone pale, her hand reaching for Jax's arm.
But Jax wasn't done.
"You sit there on your comfortable chair, mocking me for having no background. No bloodline. No family name."
His voice was cold. Controlled. Far more terrifying than if he'd been screaming.
"But tell me, General. Where was YOUR prestigious bloodline when your daughter was being sold to a monster?"
Ithris opened his mouth to respond.
Jax didn't let him.
"Where was your noble background when Eryndel was planning to break her? To torture her? To turn her into a toy for his sick pleasures?"
He stepped closer. Aggressive. Inches away from the General's face. Close enough to beat his ass into the ground.
