Page 94 of Savage Throne
I let out a long breath. “So. . .I don’t want to kill any more of you, but. . .I will if I have to.”
My heart pounded.
A silence fell over the tent once more.
It dragged on painfully, until at last one of them stepped forward.
He was a younger man, probably no older than Jo, with a fresh scar on his cheek and a hardened look in his eyes.
Oh no. Do I have to kill him?
I gripped the gun tighter.
He dropped his weapon and sank down to one knee. "I’ll serve you, Mountain Mistress."
What?
Others followed suit. One by one they dropped their weapons, got to their knees, and bowed their heads in submission.
Okay. . .
But there were still many that stood and watched me.
I’m close, but not close enough.
A minute passed and then, slowly, another man fell to his knees, and within moments, others followed with a ripple of submission sweeping across the tent.
Shock stiffened my spine.
I hadn’t expected it to work—not like this, not so soon. The sight of them kneeling before me, blood-splattered and weary, filled me with disbelief.
However, the reprieve was short-lived.
A shout broke through the calm, and three men burst from the back.
Damn.
Weapons raised they charged at me.
Instinct took over.
I aimed, fired, and didn’t think.
One man dropped as his body jerked from the bullet hitting his chest.
Another lunged, and I got him in the head.
The last man barely had time to swing his blade before I sent him crumpling to the ground.
The tent returned to deathly silence again.
I glanced down at the new dead bodies and swallowed.
I’m a monster. . .
I went numb.
Leo fucking did it. He made me. . .no. . .I did it. . .
