The Blackfist Clan attendants moved quickly, retrieving Richard Blackfist, who lay sprawled on the ground after the devastating blow from the Second Elder.
Richa Blackfist gave a subtle bow of thanks to the Elder, yet the deep red swelling across Richard's face made me flinch. Was this really alright?
Well… Richa had said he deserved it.
"It was mutually agreed upon," the Second Elder reminded me, his tone light, almost dismissive, though his eyes gleamed with mischief.
I stepped back, keeping my distance. "If the Blackfist Clan complains later, tell them I had nothing to do with this."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell them you were involved," the Elder replied with a knowing smile.
"Wait—what fault did I have in this?"
"You didn't stop us when you could have, Davis, so you're partially at fault as well."
What is this old man on about?
