CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luanda stood inside Andronicus’ tent, alone, trembling inside and trying not to show it. She had never been before a man so physically large and imposing, and who exuded such a sinister feeling. She glanced about his tent and saw all the spikes protruding along its edge, each crowned with a severed head, each with eyes open, frozen in a death mask of agony.
Andronicus purred from somewhere deep in his chest and smiled down at her, clearly feeling at home.
She cleared her throat and tried to remember why she had come, tried to muster the courage to speak.
“I’ve come to make you an offer,” she finally managed to say, trying her best to stand proud, to make her voice sound confident. But despite herself, she could hear the tremor in her own voice and hoped she did not give
