TARS POV

The bastard was finally dragged in.My eyes studied him from across the room.My hands inching to learn the truth.He knew where my son was as well as Prince Azian, and that Traitor Abigail,

At least so he claimed.

Clenching my jaw tightly, i watched the guards roughly push him in front of us and made him kneel before us. My blood boiled.

The man was dirty, and his clothes were bloody, his hands were tightly bound by chord that was clearly digging through his flesh, and had a few cuts on his arms and legs, with blood stains on his nose.

He looked.....

Pathetic.

If that's what the...