An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Aurora’s eyes were icy, and her expression was hostile. Bill had gone from flirting to harassment, and it was making her sick. She wouldn’t hesitate to teach him a lesson if he kept pushing.

“You’re not going to be polite, huh?” he sneered.

With a menacing grin, he added, What’s the matter? You want to have a long, wild night with me in bed? I’m more than happy to arrange that.”

“Bastard! You’re asking for trouble!” she fumed, grabbing the skewers on the table and throwing them at him.

The skewers flew toward his arms from both sides with a sharp whoosh. Aurora was halfway to becoming a grandmaster, so she threw them with bullet-like force.

Bill merely sneered and casually waved his hand. A powerful gust of wind surged forth and deflected the skewers. They flew into a pillar 15 feet away and embedded just under an inch deep into the wood.

“Hmm?” Aurora frowned, and her expression turned serious.

She had gone all out in her previous attack and aimed to cripple him as a punishment. But she hadn’t expected him to be a skilled expert and deflected her attack effortlessly.

“You’re quite the character, miss. You’ve caught my interest. If you come with me and behave, I might let you and your friends go. Otherwise, everyone here is as good as dead.” Bill smiled sinisterly.

He loved fiery women like Aurora, and her defiance only fueled his desire to conquer her.

Her expression darkened, and her

lightning speed and sprang forward like a leopard. In a heartbeat, she was face-to – face with

smirked and didn’t dodge. Suddenly, his pale

her blades mid-swing and changed her

when her blades hit his palm, they rang out with a sharp

“Hmm?” Aurora’s expression changed.

cut through iron, it seemed. impossible for anyone below the grandmaster

resisting. You should be honored to sleep with me,” Bill taunted. His grip slowly tightened

her dual swords warping and bending was alarming. The sheer force of his

His hand

dodge, but his movements were too swift. Just as he was about to grab her, a sharp whistle pierced the air. A skewer shot out and impaled Bill’s hand. The impact not only stopped his attack but

his palm. He looked up and locked eyes with Fenley, who stared back with

the skewer was at least tenfold superior to

are. But if you have any sense, you’ll leave now. Otherwise, you’ll have

of him. If Fenley hadn’t been at the Sacred Wyrm Summit, he would have already dealt with Bill, who

run into someone with a skilled expert. This is getting interesting.”

face didn’t show a hint of pain, as if the injury didn’t bother him. Even more unnerving was how his wound began to heal right before everyone’s