“I sentence you to death. You broke my laws.”

“Get it over with,” Roark muttered, striding toward us. “Execute them.”

All the law demanded: a quick, brutal death.

“I’ll be back.” Adding a silent request: Don’t follow me.

Roark frowned as my shadows circled the redcaps, but he didn’t move to stop me.

And he didn’t follow me to the bayou.

Keep reading Chapter 27 from Lachlan’s POV…