“First, I want a deal. And I want your words.” Erdem tilted his head and gave him a nod.
“You help me put Krsto on trial, you testify against him in the royal court. The monarch strips him of his rank, title, and dignity. And I let you go.” Erdem laid down his offer and Jakov thinks for a while.
“That works,” Jakov murmured and Erdem raised a brow.
He gulped down the food in his mouth and sat the bowl down. “Where should I begin?”
Erdem leaned forward, “From the beginning.”
“I was thrown out of my house by my father when my mother died. I was seven, on the street, hungry and scared. Then Krsto came along, he found me and gave me food, bought me clothes, and then asked if I would-”
“I didn’t ask for your fucking biography. Start from the planning of the attack.” Erdem leaned back into the chair and Jakov nodded shoving a spoonful in his mouth.
