Chapter - 85
Elder Baez was on his hands and knees, wheezing like a broken bellows. Dark, thick blood dripped from his nose and splattered onto the dusty stone floor.
His eyes were wide and black, staring at the floorboards as if the ground was about to open up and swallow him whole.
Leo watched him from his seat by the fire with a mean, predatory smile. He reached into his storage and pulled out a square of white silk.
It was a cloth he had stolen from Seraphine's nightstand. It had her family crest on it and smelled like lavender and sweat after a long night of sex.
Leo leaned forward. He dangled the expensive cloth in front of the Goat's shaking face.
"You are leaking, Elder goat," Leo said, his voice dripping with fake concern, "High heights or high stress can be fucking dangerous for old men. You should be more careful where you stick your nose, you old goat."
