Master Angelus, who had risen from his place at the table, came to stand behind the nobleman, shielding the scene from the rest of the nobles who were craning their necks like curious chickens.
Dael felt himself trembling with the effort of forcing himself not to wrench away from the foul man.
“We were fortunate to obtain him at a reasonable price,” Master Angelus said. “Mostly because I caught this one myself.”
“And brought him back as a gift for your cousin? Such a generous man you are.” The nobleman’s smile changed, and Dael felt horror crawl up his spine.
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