199. I HATE YOUR KIND.
VICTORIA
Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like hours… until he let go.
The worst part? He wiped his hand on his leather pants like I disgusted him.
"I know you’re not from my realm. Don’t get it twisted—I’m letting you live so I don’t start a war with another territory."
He gave me that bullshit excuse even he didn’t believe.
"And since it’s obvious you freed your hands, heal your own wounds," he added, walking over to a table and tossing a little jar of ointment at me.
I was fum