#Chapter 109: The Chase

Draken

Vargos leaned back in his seat and looked up at us. Slowly, too slowly, he set his glass of whiskey down on the table in front of him and folded his arms across his chest.

“And what exactly am I under arrest for?” he asked as calmly as ever.

“I have reason to believe that you’re responsible not only for Elara’s coma but also for my sister’s husband’s death,” I said, pulling my shoulders