A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 856

She wanted to break free. Like a drowning victim, she was thrashing wildly, but every time she reached out, her hands grasped empty water.

"And his men?"

"One of them was injured, though I don't know the extent."

Starla closed her eyes. Her people took two critical hits, while his took one. Why did his men feel bold enough to pull weapons on her team?

Because Herbert had authorized it.

So that was how he wanted to play it.

Fine. Perfect.

"Pass the word down," she ordered, her voice laced with pure venom. "If his people dare interfere again, kill them."

If he was willing to go to such extremes to protect Brinley, she had no reason to hold back.

Garret nodded sharply. "Understood."

The next morning, right after she finished breakfast, Herbert arrived. The usual warmth in his eyes had noticeably faded.

Starla dropped her napkin and stood up. Reba had already arrived. For the past few weeks, Starla had thrown herself into the rigorous physical training Reba designed, working with a relentless, almost manic dedication.

Whether she was trying to numb her mind or prepare for war, nobody knew. It was impossible to read her when she was lost in this kind of fog.

Seeing her head for the door the second he walked in, Herbert grabbed her wrist. "We need to talk."

"No, we don't," she replied, her voice freezing over. She glanced down at his hand gripping her wrist, her eyes dead and detached.

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