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.

with his arm throbbing, his expression stayed

finger-sized

not enough. And with moves that

me?" His tone was

you?" Dane forced out

word a struggle for

since he was young-his skills ranked among Bastion's best,

top fighter couldn't hit

guy? Dane hadn't even seen the strike

a moment, he'd felt death graze

You don't get

tightened around

his voice easy

fiancée, huh? Bring

got it, boss," Brynjar replied with

dragged in a

on the floor without

but crawled to Dane's side, brushing off the

she said, her voice quaking like a frightened

frantic, like a deer in a

reassure her,

time, he felt powerless,

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