After making his announcement, Rion took a single step toward Ian Davenport. One small step that in no way appeared to be menacing until Ian noticed the broadsword belted around the man’s waist.
Blow me!
Blow me! The sword was not for show. Ian would bet his life on it. The giant angel stood with one hand on his hip, the other on the sword’s hilt, and a very pissed expression on his face.
It took everything Ian had to sit up on the edge of the bed and present a friendly smile. “Jolly good to finally meet you, Rion!” He held out a hand as a gesture of welcome, expecting the man to shake it in greeting. When the angel blatantly ignored the offer, Ian tucked his hand back into his lap.
This doesn’t bode well for you, old chap. You have trod into this man’s world, and taken up with thi
