Vaelin’s gaze cut through the darkness, cold and unyielding like steel. The coastal night stretched around them—moonlight glinting off restless waves, sand shifting underfoot, shadows twisting in impossible angles. Behind him, Liora’s fists clenched tight, jaw set. Her pale skin betrayed the fear she refused to show.
“Hold a grudge?” Vaelin’s voice broke the tense silence, low and sharp. “Manager Wren… did I hear you right?” Since when do you not bully people? In Junvaris City, who even dares to touch you?
Wren’s laughter rolled over the cliffs, cruelly, echoing. “Hahaha!” Bold words for a kid. I like it. Fine. I’ll leave your body intact… for now. But bringing Liora here? His grin widened, malicious. “Brave.” Very brave. The Liora family really trusts you, I see. Too bad—wealth and powe
