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

small, finger-sized knife

enough. And

me?"

Dane forced out

every word a struggle for

since he was young-his skills ranked among Bastion's best, no

city's top fighter couldn't hit him

this guy? Dane hadn't even seen the

moment, he'd felt death graze

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

rope tightened around Dane's

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

fiancée, huh?

it, boss," Brynjar replied with a

later, he dragged in a

on the floor without a hint of

hard but crawled to Dane's side,

I'm scared!" she said, her voice

her so shaken-eyes wide and frantic, like a deer in a trap-Dane

wanted to reassure her, but the words wouldn't

the first time, he felt powerless, like

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