Eldric's crew was celebrating while Demontae's mercenaries stood fuming, their faces twisted with unease.
Demontae most of all—his gut churned with dread, knowing exactly what was coming for him.
The hired fighters he'd brought lay broken around them. In his mind, Eldric had made his point. A nobody with no connections wouldn't risk public murder, no matter how strong he'd gotten.
So Demontae told himself his men would walk away. Once beaten, Eldric would let them crawl off to lick their wounds.
But him? He was the ringleader. The bastard who'd orchestrated this whole mess. And Demontae knew—Eldric wouldn't show mercy.
He'd stolen Naviya right from Eldric's arms. Made his life a living hell. Even tried to kill him multiple times. If Eldric had any self-respect left, forgiveness wasn't
