Henry Stickmin Right Hand Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had heard more than enough gibberish from him, and he was in no mood to sit around and listen to more. Partially shifting, his hands turned into claws and he swiped them across Jonathan’s throat in a fast strike. Jonathan was caught in surprise–good thing he was too busy babbling–and did not manage to defend himself or send the signal he was bragging about. Henry almost laughed at his stupidity. Had he thought he would give him a chance to communicate with his men? The only thing the hybrid Alpha could do was grab his throat with his one functional hand as blood streamed from it. He gasped a few times and then went still, his eyes wide with horror.

“Good to meet ya, miss.” The man stood up from the chair and took my hand, quickly kissing the top of it. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me, making me feel tiny in his presence. “I'm Jane,” I said, craning my neck to look up at him. “I'm Henry,” he replied. “Henry Rucker. Carter mentioned you'd be the one helping to manage my account here at Winthrow, so I wanted to make sure I took the time to meet you.”

"You failed, didn't you?" Henry looked annoyed and nodded. "Yeah, we did. The two elders from the Yeagers were no joke. I didn't even get a shot in." Eric asked, "And Andrew? Was he useful?" Henry, surprisingly, smiled. "Oh yeah, definitely. This guy's got talent. He's been hiding it well. He went head-to-head with Adam, a martial saint, and was evenly matched." Eric frowned. "He's really that strong?" Henry chuckled. "What's wrong? You don't believe me? Or are you just jealous?"