Triumph Above All novel

The jet-black dragon dagger seemed to pin him to the pillar of shame.

Such strength in a young and beautiful woman!

It was unbelievable!

He desperately wanted to pull the dagger, but he knew doing so would leave his entire arm paralyzed.

As cold sweat drenched his back, he could do nothing but press on his wound in pain.

The subordinates on either side of him trembled, holding broken beer bottles and daggers. How could they possibly go up against Skylar and Dianne again?

The weapons hung in their hands as they clenched them tightly with the last of their willpower.

“I’ll ask you one last time—who paid you to kill me?” Skylar’s eyes were cold as he asked Lev in hushed tones.

Lev’s hatred for Skylar at this moment matched the intensity of the pain in his arm.

What’s more, this had happened in front of his subordinates, causing him to lose all dignity.

A feeling of intense hatred made him want to swallow Skylar whole.

fate would be worse than the bald man’s if he persisted

Dianne saw no distinction between killing the

footsteps in the

a crowd of people filed in, stepping on

a stout man in a shirt. It was Homer Mcgee, the

into hysterical joy upon seeing

who would back

guy smashed the door to your private room and even stabbed me

men here, quickly, and kill that bitch and

at Skylar

his lack of strength, his family’s history of gang activity

used to opportunism—when have I ever been treated

his disregard for Homer by kicking

never spare Skylar

matter how powerful she was, defeat

Homer’s home

no

as if he had witnessed Skylar’s

froze