Kaelen’s POV
My fingers dug into my skin as I stared at the sword stretched out before me. I swallowed, trying to hide the fear that filled my gut. “Let’s put on a show for the soldiers to see what their new leader is made of,” Dean’s voice was low, laced with venom.
My jaw clenched. I didn’t think he knew about my fear. I could see it in his eyes, glinting with mischief. I dragged my feet forward, taking the unsheathed sword from him.
My knuckles turned white at how hard I held it. I took several steps back, eyes boring into the man, who seemed to be enjoying himself. Dean was quick to grab and unsheathe his sword, pointing at me.
“You either yield or die today, General. Your choice,” he said.
The side of my lips curved up in half amusement. “We’ll see about that,” I said.
I moved f
