After glancing at the dehydrated remains of his former adversary, Jared studied his surroundings and found the members of Mapleton staring back at him in fear, much to his amusement.
The five leaders regarded Jared as if he was the devil himself.
“Is anybody going to step out to avenge your fallen king?” Jared demanded.
The members of Mapleton, numbering in the hundreds, did not dare utter a single word. Even the five leaders did not know what to say.
Lyanna stepped forward. “Let them go, Jared.”
No matter what had transpired, I have called Mapleton my home for twenty years. I have loved ones here who love me back.
It did not matter to her whether or not some of them in the crowd had participated in her parents' persecution now that the man who gave the order was dead. Lyanna wanted nothing more than to put the matter behind her.
“That depends on them.” Jared narrowed his eyes as he watched the crowd closely for the first signs of rebellion as it was in his nature to be harsh with his enemies.
“Poison King is dead,” Weston declared as he drew himself to full height. “This was a grudge between Mr. Chance and Poison King. Nobody in Mapleton is going to inherit the grudge. Consider it resolved.”
He was aware that nobody else was going to say a word if he did not take the initiative. In a manner of speaking, Weston was, at that moment, the highest-ranking member of Mapleton before the appointment of the next Poison King was finalized.
“We won't be seeking trouble with you, Mr. Chance,” the other members of Mapleton chimed in, each one more courteous than the last.
Jared was pleased.
I like that. This is a society that recognizes strong leaders.
“Let's get out of here, Jared,” Lyanna pleaded as she tugged at his arm. “I never want to see Mapleton again. All I want to do now is to look for my sister.”
Before he could answer, Weston fell to his knees before her with a dull thud.
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