C10 Each to his wants

WRITER'S POV

ELDER CONOR'S HOUSE AFTER SCARLETT LEFT WITH ASHER

“Damn it!” Elder Conor growled. He got up and slapped hard across the face of one of his men.

“Fools! Bloody fools!”

The men bowed their heads and apologized in unison. He shoved another one, clenching.

“Now get out! Get your useless selves out!”

“They can't do anything! They can't get anything done! Hopeless idiots