Chapter 4

Chapter 4

One of the three people was a gorgeous guy, probably in his twentics. He couldn't hold back a cold laugh.

His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Be your bodyguard? Fine, whatever. But three million a year? Who're you trying to lowball with that?"

This pretty guy was Brynjar, one of Raven's inner circle and a member of "the Triad" from "Valhalla", a global military force. People call him Brynjar "the Blade."

Dane's eyes narrowed, a dangerous spark flickering in them. "If that's your answer, you're finished."

The words barely landed before he charged at Brynjar, moving quick.

"Ugh!" A rough sound slipped out.

But halfway through his attack, a burning pain tore through his right arm.

He looked down-his tailored suit sleeve was slashed open.

Underneath, a deep cut stretched nearly the length of his forearm.

Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric fast, the wound so severe you could glimpse bone.

Sweat dotted his forehead, the pain hitting hard.

But Dane wasn't soft.

arm throbbing, his

small, finger-sized

not enough. And with moves that

drop on me?" His tone was almost

Dane forced out

word

since he was young-his skills ranked

city's top fighter

guy? Dane hadn't even seen the strike

a moment, he'd

a short laugh. "You? You don't get to

a quick flick, a rope tightened around Dane's wrist, locking him in

Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still focused

his fiancée, huh? Bring her in," she

got it, boss," Brynjar replied with a

later, he dragged in a pale,

he dropped her on the floor without a

but crawled to

who are these people? I'm scared!" she said, her voice quaking like a frightened

wide and frantic, like a deer in a trap-Dane

her, but the words

time, he felt powerless,

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