Zaar clutched the bloody shirt his warriors had found on the mountain, and looked around the room he shared with Sarah. She'd invaded his life with all the interesting things she did. Like making clothes from spider silk. He clenched his fists. And what did she get from her warrior? No protection. Someone came in here and took her.
For one shameful moment his legs wouldn't support him. He couldn't think. He lifted the bloody shirt. She was dead. He'd failed to keep her safe. It didn't even matter that he'd lost all honor with his failure. What was honor worth without her? If she was dead, he'd lay waste to that cursed planet. Because he had no doubt that the Aurelians were behind this.