CASSIUS TAKES THE BLAME

The back of a coward's face as he runs away from his mistakes

Freyr stormed forward, his eyes burning with fury as he grabbed Cassius by the throat. The crack of bone and the strangled gasp that escaped Cassius's lips sent a shiver down my spine. With terrifying ease, Freyr lifted him off the ground, Cassius's feet kicking uselessly in the air as he clawed at the iron grip around his neck.

"You think you can get away unscathed by taking the blame?" Freyr hissed, his voice laced with venom. "I am no fool, Cassius. I know you're too daft to come up with such a plan." His fingers tightened, and Cassius let out a choking sound, his face turning a sickening shade of red. "But I will get to the bottom of this. And once I do, Freyr's lips curled into something between a snarl and a smirk, "no one will be spared."