Kael’s Point Of View
“And what if I don’t?” the idiot snarled, lifting his chin like that was going to save him. His voice cracked slightly at the edges, but he thought defiance could hide that trembling beneath his skin. Brave little fool.
“What if I take her right in front of you?”
I just stood there. Stared at him. And then, I smiled. Slow. Sharp. Not the kind of smile a man gives when he’s amused. The kind of smile a wolf gives before ripping out a throat. Finally. I tilted my head slightly to the side like I was studying something pathetic.
“Then,” I murmured, voice like silk pulled across broken glass, “you get to die first.”
Should’ve been enough.
Should’ve been plenty.
But no. Pride makes men stupid. Makes them run toward the knife thinking they’ll catch it before it carves through them. The two braver rogues lunged first. Good.
I was getting restless.
The first one came at me with a blade, sloppy, desperate, wide swing like he was cutting wheat, not bone. I sidestepped, grabb
