Heath’s POV
YOUR REIGN ENDS NOW.
That was it.
No signature, threat or further detail attached to those words. In all my life, never had I come across such a disgusting show of cowardice.
I’d been in my office since the cursed day began, hopeful to find a lead among the numerous photos littered on my desk. Surely no one could have been so perfect as to not leave clues.
A marked weapon. A stain. Hell, even a strand of hair.
Nothing had been found at the scene of the ambush except the lifeless bodies of the soldiers that guarded the route.
Hours had gone by while I examined the photos, the images on them cold and nauseating.
After the ambush, the attackers had piled the bodies up, most of which were made formless by the deep grooves on them.
Grooves that Pierce identified to be cl
