As if trying to stir things further, King Eglon did something calculated. He had Karen brought back to their cell the night before, placing her right in their midst like a spark tossed into dry grass.
But nothing burned.
No fights. No shouting. Not even a single insult thrown.
They simply… ignored her.
Utterly.
They isolated her as if she didn't exist, like a ghost among the living.
And when King Eglon got word of it the next morning, he frowned.
He had hoped for fireworks, for drama.
But it seemed he had miscalculated.
He had picked the wrong people for his show.
Karen, now sharing a cell with the very people she had betrayed, tried everything she could to make them listen, especially John.
But he wouldn't even look at her.
He had already made up his mind.
He would rather die with honor than live with a stain gifted by her hands.
And then, to her shock, Ekene made the same decision.
Karen blinked rapidly, unable to hide the disbelief in her eyes. "What? You too?"
