The man's sneer deepened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "You know damn well what that was."
"I want to hear it from you." Alexander's voice was low and dangerous, a stark contrast to the calm, collected man Isabelle was used to. This was a side of him she'd rarely seen, a cold, ruthless side that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her.
The man spat on the ground, a gesture of contempt. "It was a necessary step. The city had to be softened up, made vulnerable. And it worked. The nobles are running scared, the people are desperate. The time is ripe for change."
Isabelle felt a surge of anger. These people were monsters. They had caused so much suffering, so much pain, all for their own selfish goals. She wanted to step forward, to confront this man, to make him pay for what he'd done. But Alexander's arm was like a steel bar across her chest, holding her back.
