"Their feigned innocence and noble status were their shield—or so they thought.
Until Eugen, driven by revenge, broke into Rubensburg." Egon hungrily tore off a piece of bread.
"He didn't kill Lukian. He stole from him the thing his brother held most dear."

My spoon hovered over the steaming soup. Egon’s gaze drifted to my neck, where the silver chain glinted.
"He took the girls," he whispered. "Dragged them with his men through moonlit forests to his fortress, Rubensstein.
Not for ransom. Not for power." His voice dropped lower. "For a feast." I froze.
The warmth of the tavern vanished. "A lavish banquet," he whispered, leaning closer.
"Eugen had the three girls roasted over a fire in his fortress courtyard."