Page 95 of Savage Throne
And if anymore came my way, I would kill again.
I looked up and frowned. “Who else?”
At first, no one moved.
But then after a minute or two, the few who had stayed standing lowered their eyes and stepped back as if distance would save them from my wrath.
I took a shaky breath.
Their gazes darted between me and the bodies sprawled across the floor.
Finally, one by one, those who hadn’t yet dropped to their knees finally did. Their weapons clattered to the ground in submission. The tent shifted from a space of chaos and blood to one heavy with submission and shock.
Say something and then get the fuck out of here.
I swallowed, willing my voice not to tremble. “You made the right choice.”
My vision blurred a little and I swayed feeling dizzy.
I let out a long breath. “Loyalty to me means life. Betrayal means death.”
I swept my gaze over them. “Remember that.”
No one lifted their bowed heads.
Okay. Now get the fuck out of here before they realize you’re just as terrified as them.
My vision blurred again for a few seconds.
What’s wrong with me?
Exhausted, I began to limp away.
Thank God they continued to stay on the ground because I damn sure didn’t look like some fearless leader right now.
A trickle of blood slid down my cheek.
Movement caught my eye.
My breath hitched as I turned my head and gripped the gun.
One of the dead men—I’d shot clean through the chest—sat up, and his lifeless eyes locked onto mine.
Huh? How is that possible?
Blood gushed from the gaping wound, staining his shirt and pooling at his feet.
No.
Like some. . .zombie. . .he got up and began walking my way.
My heart stuttered, fear unlike any I’d felt before gripped my chest.
“What—” The word died on my lips.
Just go. Leave.
I continued limping away, but much faster.
