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

spun a small, finger-sized knife

not enough. And with moves that weak, you thought

me?" His tone

you?" Dane forced

every word a

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

top fighter couldn't hit

Dane hadn't even seen the strike

he'd felt death graze

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

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

at Raven, his voice easy now. Raven, still focused on

fiancée, huh? Bring

boss," Brynjar

dragged in a

on the floor without a hint

ground hard but crawled

I'm scared!" she

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

reassure her, but the

the first time, he felt powerless, like

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