Page 131 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir
Thale.
Same polite smile.
Same neutral eyes.
He steps over the broken door like it’s clutter.
“Secure the child,” he says mildly.
“No!” Kalev roars. “Touch him and I willkill every one of you?—”
A baton strikes his spine.
He convulses.
Doesn’t go out.
Just gasps like his lungs are trying to escape his body.
Thale crouches in front of him.
“Still defiant. Admirable. Inefficient.”
He glances at me, slumped against the wall, vision swimming.
“You see?” he says conversationally. “This is why emotional entanglements are discouraged.”
I drag myself forward on my elbows.
“Please,” I choke. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t take him?—”
Thale doesn’t even look at me.
He leans closer to Kalev.
Voice low.
Private.
But I hear every word.
“General Dowron authorized everything.”
Kalev goes still.
Not limp.
Not unconscious.
Still like something just snapped clean through his center.
“The prison,” Thale continues softly. “The mission. The fake freedom. The delay. The handler visit today. All of it.”
Kalev’s eyes lift.
They are not human anymore.
They are murder.
