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 expression stayed steady, almost

spun a small, finger-sized knife

million's not enough. And with moves that weak,

the drop on me?"

you?" Dane forced out through clenched

pain made every word

under a combat master since he was young-his skills ranked among Bastion's best, no

top fighter couldn't

hadn't

a moment, he'd

You don't get to know

quick flick, a rope tightened around Dane's wrist,

at Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still focused on Zach's blood bag, barely lifted

fiancée, huh?

it, boss," Brynjar replied

he dragged in a

on the floor without a hint

but crawled to

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

in

wanted to reassure her, but the

time, he felt powerless, like a tide pulling

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