Chapter 66: Chapter 66Graham groaned from the pain of his side hitting Zayne’s chair before he reached the floor. He was ready to get up to fight but Zayne pressed his foot to his chest.

    The weight of Zayne’s body made it hard for him to get up. Graham grabbed Zayne’s foot, trying to push it off of him, but it resulted in Zayne moving his foot up to press against Graham’s neck.

    Zayne was ready to kill Graham, not concerned about the town guards coming to him. He was doing this kingdom a favour by getting rid of someone who helped the slave business to thrive. No one was to be ever sold like an animal.

    "Tell me where I can find her paper," Zayne said, lifting his foot a little so Graham could speak. "Bastards like you can only be tough with women."

    Zayne was disappointed by how easy it was for him to pull Graham over the table and pin him to the floor with his foot. Graham certainly could only be violent with women and the men who were already broken during the time they were captured to be sold.

    "Why would I tell you that for you to have her?" Graham replied, still trying to push Zayne’s foot off of him.

    Rose was never going to be free. She was going to be stuck as a whore from a brothel. Graham would make sure of it.

    Zayne pressed down harder since Graham was being so difficult. "You’ve never fought a day in your life unless you were scaring a woman or child into fearing you. I can see it in your eyes that you want someone to come in here and free you. I might free you if you tell me where her papers are."

    "In my room," Graham answered. It was starting to become hard to breathe. A little bit more pressure and Zayne might break his neck. "I have all their papers in a locked box in my room."

    Zayne removed his foot from Graham’s neck and walked to the table where his swords were laid out.

    Graham sat up, trying to catch his breath. He felt his neck where there were marks that had come from the bottom of Zayne’s shoes. If anyone were to ever know that he was treated like this they might fear him less. His servants would laugh at him behind his back.

    Graham touched his sword which was still on his side even after Zayne pulled him over the table. He was not a coward and he was certainly not afraid of Zayne. "Don’t tell me you have fallen in love with her. You should have waited until I had my way with her. Then she wouldn’t keep running from men."

    Graham looked back at where Zayne was standing with his back turned. It was the perfect chance for him to repay what Zayne had just done to him. He stood up as quietly as he could and slowly pulled out his sword.

    "I’m going to enjoy having my way with her and I might keep you alive to listen to our fun every night. You foreigner bastard," Graham whispered as he quickly approached Zayne, raising his sword to strike.

    Zayne turned around to meet Graham’s attempt to attack him and aimed for Graham’s right hand, taking off thanks to the sharp blade.

    A high-pitched wail filled the room as Graham watched his right hand fall to the floor and along with it went the sword.

    Graham attempted to catch the already fallen hand, his left hand coated by the blood that dripped from the open wound. He cried, kneeling to pick up his hand.

    Zayne inspected his sword which was quite sharp. He was expecting to have to hit Graham’s hand again to completely sever it. "They did well with sharpening it. Wouldn’t you agree? It went with one easy blow but it might have been thanks to how you positioned your hand for me."

    Zayne disliked that of all things, his floor had to be stained with Graham’s blood but it couldn’t be helped. "It is a fitting punishment for you. For every woman or young girl, you have ruined it with that hand."

    Graham looked up at Zayne. He wanted to get up and fight but the pain of his severed hand made it hard at first. He still found the strength to grab the sword. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t the hand he was more comfortable using a sword with.

    Graham had to fight to make his way out of there. He would not die at the hands of a man who fell in love with Rose. If only he could find Rose now to take her with him. If he could not have Rose then no one could.

    "You’re doing all of this over a woman who has wrapped those pretty lips around-"

    Zayne silenced Graham with his sword. He couldn’t take hearing any more of what Graham had Rose do.

    Graham’s head rolled as his body remained upward for a moment before dropping.

    Zayne dropped his sword which needed to be thoroughly cleaned now. The room would never feel the same after having a slimy man be killed in it. Zayne wiped his hands on his shirt. He needed something to drink to help with his anger before he took a sword to drive it into Graham’s chest.

    Graham deserved to be tortured over and over again in this world and wherever he ended up now, but Rose should find some relief in knowing that the man who tormented her all these years was now dead.

    All Zayne needed now was to find her paper and burn it or anything that would have her not need to stay within the four corners of his home. Rose should be free to travel wherever she wants without being chased by someone.

    The door opened, revealing Finn with clothes stained with blood.

    "Fucking hell, Zayne," Finn said, disgusted by the sight of the headless man. "We were to come here and be on our best behaviour. Why is there a head here and a body there?" Sёarch* The n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "He talked too much. That is what happens when people talk too much," Zayne said.

    "I made a mess out there. I hope the king doesn’t catch wind of this and what if your brother were to find out about this? He already thinks you are unhinged and I am starting to agree. I will get them disposed of but since I have been dragged in to kill them, please tell me why you killed him," Finn requested.

    Finn might be dragged into trouble for his part in killing the men outside. When that time came, Finn wanted to know what he should be fighting to justify.

    "I will tell you when you return. Take Liam with you to the brothel. He should know the way to the owner’s bedroom and search for slave papers. Take any with the name Rose on it and burn the others," Zayne ordered Finn. "Wear something to hide your face. Your eyes will give you away."

    He would give Rose the honour of burning her papers. Then they could get started on figuring out where she came from.

    "Fine, but you can’t go back on your promise," Finn said, trusting that Zayne did this for good reason. "I will be back as soon as I can."