The Return of the Emperor
His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.
“His Majesty demands your presence—now!”
Zane’s mouth went dry. His palms began to sweat beneath the borrowed sleeves. For all his bravado, his pulse thundered in his ears.
His life as Korea’s self proclaimed “King” flashed behind his eyelids. Back home, he had stared down men with guns pressed to his temple, had laughed in the faces of rivals who wanted him buried in concrete—but this? This was worse. Here, he was nothing but a bug wearing borrowed skin. This was a world where his rules didn’t matter, where there was no bargaining, no deal-making. If they caught him—really caught him—his head would decorate a pike by dawn.
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