"I apologize for that, Mr. Cobrafang, but that wasn't our intention. We sent the message that way because we thought it would be best if we gave you all the details in person," Sir Dominic explained, his heart pounding heavily in his chest as he instinctively took a step backward. The air felt oppressive, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on him.
"Is that right, Dominic?" Caspian's voice dripped with icy sarcasm, his eyes cold and unyielding. "And here I was, thinking you sent such a brief message because my son's death meant nothing to you — that you couldn't be bothered to spend the time writing a long, thorough explanation." The bitterness in his words was palpable, slicing through the air like a dagger.
