"You lost them! How could you lose them?!" Arlo's fury erupted when he learned they had failed to capture Hazel and her daughter. "Kill that boy and send his head to his father! We don't need him anymore!"
Arlo was filled with rage. He was going to kill them all, but the thing was… he couldn't even get out of bed. His leg's condition became even worse. He had a permanent limp.
Before, he only had it when he was too exhausted, but now, even walking was difficult for him.
However, he was too stubborn to use his crutch. It hurt his pride to use it. Not to mention the numerous scars that littered his body. His nails had just grown back, but he always grimaced when he saw them, as he remembered how Ranon had plucked his nails one by one.
The pain from the torture kept haunting him at night, and during the day, it would be his hatred that consumed him.
Aubrey…
