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Jericho Kane froze in place for a heartbeat, then burst into harsh laughter.

"You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," he growled.

Alex just smiled and flipped a small platinum badge through the aft

Jericho snatched it, then felt his pulse spike the moment he recognized the symbol: the Kignswell, the secret task force working directly under the new King.

"The Hunting Dogs of the King."

"Mind your tongue," Alex said, stepping forward with a confidence that matched Jericho's icy arrogance.

"The King has had enough of you. You think Vermont is yours just because your father-in-law was the old king? It's time to return the state to its rightful ruler."

Jericho bared his teeth.

"Never. The people voted for me to govern this place-nobody's gonna change that!"

"You? You're just another fool who thinks he's the hero. All I have to do is end you here and now. Nobody will even know."

Alex's easy grin didn't waver.

"Kill me? You really think you can pull that off?"

"You're a pup," Jericho shot back.

"Just because you have some internal energy, you think you're untouchable? I was mastering it before you were even born!"

He inhaled sharply, channeling his power, and unleashed a fierce energy blast.

"How dare you show off your tricks in front of a real expert? Die!"

It tore the night apart, sizzling toward Alex, who raised a hand to block.

The collision thundered across the rooftop.

Alex skidded back a dozen feet, boots scraping deep lines into the concrete. Jericho snorted.

"Pathetic. I expected a real challenge, not someone who can't handle a single hit."

He closed in, voice dripping contempt.

"Now, you know who I am, so let's cut to the chase. Kneel and beg. Maybe I'll spare your life."

Despite Jericho's bravado, a dread coiled in his gut.

He knew the truth about the Kingswell.

were the King's

dared to hit the dog or

master would come

rolled his shoulders, looking entirely

took your best shot. Fair's

launched forward, fist swinging hard enough that

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impact exploded like a cannon

wide the instant Alex's punch

feet. He slammed into the rooftop's edge, coughing

forearms cracked. He could barely keep upright; his organs felt like

Alex's raw strength, Jericho's

Kane! This man's dangerous-run for

in strength, but he couldn't leave

his wooden staff,

in the night. "Curse

began to rise, swirling in the

Vetala could finish his spell, Alex had

in front of me!" Alex yelled. "We hate that the

hand lit up,

face turned

you're the

flew ten meters back, slamming into the

unconscious, the dark power shattering like

forbidden pills into his mouth and ripped open

open his shirt. "You want a real fight?" he spat, eyes

face me at

muscles bulged, wounds sealing as

"You think doping up will

eyes, as

a show-off

a fearsome brawler, but

was

laughed, low

to crush

way.

clenched his fist tight, muscles coiling with

collided-fist against

BOOM!

echoed like thunder, loud

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