#Chapter 149 Renee

Andrew's voice was hoarse, wet, and pathetic as he looked at Arielle like she was some kind of angel. “You—you saved me from that monster,” he blubbered, his words slurring from pain. “I owe you—” Arielle struck him hard enough that teeth flew. Then, she grabbed him by his hair. She crouched just enough to be level with him. I didn't know what exactly expression she was making, but I could see the way he tensed. She must have looked terrifying. To be fair, she was terrifying. “You have nothing to be thankful for,” she said, her tone so calm it was almost gentle. “By the end of your life, you’ll wish I’d let Neil drown you.” Arielle straightened, gesturing sharply to two of the Mountainhowl enforcers. “Remand him to Mountainhowl’s highest-security prison. And make sure he’s in the wing with all the loyalists.” Andrew cried out, pleading for mercy, but it fell on deaf ears. The guards moved in without hesitation, yanking him to his feet. The click of the restraints was loud