Chapter 216
Mathias laughed at Zayne instructing him to move quietly. He was close to spitting on Zayne’s shoes to show how much he disliked him.
Mathias unsheathed his sword just as Zayne did. "That’s not going to happen. See, that woman over there pissed off someone in a high position and I have been tasked to get rid of her. There are more women around the kingdom for you to play with. Find someone else."
"I keep wondering why out of the three of you only one has never changed about wanting the slave trade to be over with. The other wants something done but he won’t speak up so he’s useless and then there’s you, an idiot," said Zayne.
Mathias didn’t need someone else telling him about embracing he was once sold. Zayne could only judge him because he was never in that position. "You don’t get to tell us about what to do. People will look at us differently. Ask her how happy she is with everyone knowing she came from the brothel."
"So," Zayne inspected his clean sword. "You’re the one who spread that? Remember that you had the chance to run away. The tiniest chance to not be caught by my army but you ruined it because of your misplaced anger."
Mathias aimed his sword when Zayne took a step forward. "Misplaced anger? I’ve always hated her. She was treated well because the brothel owner’s son loved her. She acted like she didn’t enjoy the good treatment."
"The last you saw Rose, she had been a young girl. You wanted her to enjoy that he loved her? Don’t be so stupid as not to understand what he wanted from her,’ Zayne said, his attention going to Rose and Willow for a moment.
They were still safe and unaware of what occurred.
Mathias thought it was a small sacrifice at the time. Rose had to only entertain Graham while the rest of them were to do terrible things that Mathias didn’t want to think of. Graham was still a sick individual for considering him lying with men.
Mathias’s thoughts hadn’t changed that Rose wasn’t appreciative of the fact she hadn’t suffered like others did. Had she played her cards right, Rose could have become the madam of the brothel.
Zayne’s last bit of patience disappeared. He wasn’t in the mood to do much talking with Mathias to understand how an idiot’s mind worked.