Azar stroked his belly, petting Shaidon. He didn’t want to hear him cry. That wasn’t fun. This wasn’t fun anymore. Shay was too sweet for all this. He’d wanted to hurt Jamie, break him, and teach him a lesson about never coming into their lands again. A lesson he’d need to learn, because he’d already decided they were letting them go. Azar trusted that Iyarno would agree, even if it meant losing a meal, because Shaidon didn’t deserve to die, and if Shaidon lived, Jamie should too. Besides, it would be wrong for Azar to be the more merciful one. All Azar had wanted was to give them both a scare, not break there hearts. He wanted to tell Shaidon that there was no reason to say goodbye, because he wasn’t going anywhere, but he wanted to let Jamie to go down first. That boy still need a lesson, he wanted to see him break, see him suffer, if only for a little while.