Chapter 143: The Red Terror

Nicodemus looked at the broken gate before him. At the bodies of fallen soldiers who looked so as if someone had hit them with a frying pan of all things.

His fiancé was a nightmare…

"Pan," the king was fed up with the redhead's escape attempts.

The pretty thing had cut off his curly mane. So short, that he now looked like a soldier.

 And now, the man was tearing down Nicodemus' castle as if he had the right to.

Nicodemus rushed down the hallways. He wanted to get Pan by the neck and twist. He wanted to hurt Solas by doing what he should have done to the blond.

Pan was there, in the middle of the courtyard. A grin on his lips, and a spear with a broken tip in his hands.

So, Nicodemus mused, it wasn't a frying pan.

"Love," the man was many things, but a killer was not one of them. At least, that was what he liked to believe.

For all that he had butchered his way through the world for Solas.