Lucas’ eyes flicked around the room, panic flashing across his face before he quickly forced himself to act confident again. He straightened in his chair and shouted at his men, ordering them to move.
“What are you waiting for? Beat him up!” he snapped.
The guards hesitated for a moment, exchanging uneasy looks as if they were not sure what to do. Their confidence had already been shaken the moment they saw Mattew standing there so calmly, like none of them mattered.
Mattew turned his gaze slowly toward them.
It was just a look, nothing more.
But it was enough.
The air around them seemed to tighten. One of the guards instinctively stepped back, then another followed. Fear settled in quietly but firmly, changing their posture and killing their confidence completely.
Lucas noticed it
