He’d almost slaughtered them the night before, a mere breath away from ambushing the camp and slicing their throats open. But he had to be sure. He couldn’t do anything until he was one hundred percent certain, because this was one mistake he would not make again. There was no reason to rush this. They were already trapped, unknowingly caught in his snare. Every breath they drew now belonged to him. Soon everything they possessed would belong to him, including the silver and gold he knew they were carrying. But their treasure was worthless to Steel. He’d never been a greedy man. He didn’t hunt bounty for the rewards. There was only one thing in the world he wanted anyway, and that already belonged to him.
Now it was time to claim his prize.