The husband glared at Andrew as they closed the distance between them, every step deliberate, like a countdown to chaos. His voice broke the tension first.
"So, you came for her," the husband snarled, his tone laced with disdain. "I knew you would. If you'd just kept your damn mouth shut, none of this would've been necessary. But you couldn't, could you? Always talking, always meddling."
Andrew tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes steady. "You don't have to do this. A thing that only promises salvation if you sacrifice someone? That's not salvation. That's evil."
"Evil?" The husband barked a bitter laugh. "You think I care about evil? No one cared about us! Why should I care now?"
"If you cared so much," Andrew shot back, "you'd have made sure she never signed those papers. You let her tie herself to that thing, didn't you? How much money were you given? Was she forced to live so far from anyone who could help her, all because of you?"
