The Trial of the Mob

Vaelia.

"Soren-Vargan, give me a moment," I say. My voice stays tight and controlled. I turn my glare toward Voktor. He approaches with a casual, sickening stride, clutching the finalized divorce papers he forced me to sign. Breaking my honor and treating me like property to be discarded is not enough for him. He has not come here just to deliver a document and leave. He is here to gloat over my