#Chapter 237: To Be A Martyr

I can’t see what is happening, but I can hear it. Bethany’s terrified shriek. Her thump against the ground. The slide of a sword leaving a sheath. “Drop that weapon,” Caleb commands. “Everyone here knew I had no intention of leaving these two alive,” Gladys says, ignoring Caleb’s demand. “These are your friends, yes, Caleb? Your closest allies? Do you feel your rage rising? Your sanity slipping away?” “What purpose could you possibly have for triggering my rage here and now?” Caleb insists. “Don’t you understand that I would kill you first? Surely you don’t have a death wish?” “My rebellion will be realized, whether I live to see it or not,” Gladys replies. “While I cannot kill your consort from this distance, I can certainly kill her friend.” She laughs cruelly, in a way that slices through my heart. My fear for Bethany is palpable. I wish I could reach through the bars and save her. “The two of you will watch everyone you care for die before you meet your own end,” Gladys