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.

throbbing, his expression stayed steady, almost

small, finger-sized knife

not enough. And

on me?" His tone was

you?" Dane forced out

pain made every word a struggle

trained under a combat master since he was young-his skills ranked among

the city's top fighter

guy? Dane hadn't even seen

a moment, he'd felt death graze

"You? You don't

quick flick, a rope tightened

Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still focused on Zach's blood

his fiancée, huh? Bring her

got it, boss," Brynjar

later, he dragged in a pale, trembling

on the floor without a hint

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

she said, her

frantic, like a deer in

wanted to reassure her, but the

he felt powerless, like a

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