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.

with his arm throbbing, his expression stayed steady, almost unnaturally

small, finger-sized knife

million's not enough. And with moves

drop on me?" His tone

you?" Dane forced out through

pain made every word a struggle for

combat master since he was young-his skills ranked among Bastion's best,

fighter couldn't hit

hadn't even seen the strike

he'd

short laugh. "You? You don't get

a rope tightened around Dane's wrist,

what's the call?" Brynjar asked, glancing at Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still focused on Zach's blood bag,

his fiancée, huh? Bring her in,"

it, boss," Brynjar replied with

he dragged

on the floor

ground hard but crawled to Dane's side, brushing off the

scared!" she said,

and frantic, like a deer in a trap-Dane felt his

to reassure her, but

the first time, he felt powerless, like

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