The brazen man froze as he spoke, his smug look fading as quickly as it had appeared.
Even Claire looked at him with strange eyes, as if she didn't believe he was capable of carrying out his threat.
But the odious man beside her was very well aware.
Jarren Straught knew that he of all people never made empty threats.
And the Straught lineage had come to an end just by him speaking it aloud.
They just didn't know it yet.
Then, Straught snapped his fingers together and a man with a mask joined them in the room. Something in his hand glinted in the light of the candle - a curved blade.
"Ensure that he doesn't move while I ravish my niece." The smug expression was back on his face.
Yeren could feel his whole body heating up with rage.
He couldn't afford to be helpless.
Not when Claire needed him.
Not when he couldn't contact his men.
Not when men like Jarren had the upper hand.
He stiffened in his chair as he felt the cold blade against his neck.
