'Damn it!'
Vale gritted his teeth as he stared at the stupefied scholar.
Yet as much as he wanted to punish the "dumbass," as Awilix would say, they were still in the midst of a siege.
While it seemed logical that if Mias had been setting them up for failure, they should retreat, he'd only set them up for failure under the guise that Ophelia would be part of the defense.
Now that she was injured and comatose for possible weeks, there was no internal factor stopping Vale in his conquest.
Except…
Salome and this Mias would have to be left out.
Meaning, it was up to his warriors and Awilix, once healed, plus himself if he felt daring.
While Vale's anger was muddled, and his only true way to deal with his throes was by way of lust, he'd figured out he had a minor lust for battle.
So perhaps joining this fight would be good for him. A way to relieve pent-up stress.
