“Silence!”

Amarant cried out as he was thrown back into a column with such force that the stone cracked and the binders around his wrists snapped open. Not that he could escape. He couldn’t even breathe. It felt like a fist closing around his windpipe, throttling the life from him.

Mann stepped forward, a hand raised in front of him, the fingers curled into a claw.

“Take that back,” he spat. “Take it all back.”

All Amarant could do was choke.


Star Wars The High Republic Chapter 65