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

small, finger-sized knife between

not enough. And with moves that weak, you

on me?" His tone was

you?" Dane forced

made every word a struggle

was young-his skills

city's top fighter couldn't hit

guy? Dane hadn't even seen the

he'd felt

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

quick flick, a rope tightened

easy now.

saving his fiancée, huh? Bring her in," she

got it, boss," Brynjar replied with a

dragged

on the floor

crawled to Dane's side,

I'm scared!" she said, her voice quaking like a

frantic, like a deer in a trap-Dane felt his chest tighten, a

reassure her, but the

time, he felt powerless, like a

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