Kieran moved forward, he walked like that of a reaper. His boots clicked against the floor as he approached me, his cold eyes sizing me up like I was already a corpse beneath his blade.
He stopped just a few feet away, tilted his head, and gave me a faint smile.
“You’ve got a sharp face,” he said calmly.
"A shame, really… but I’m just doing a job. Everyone needs money."
From behind, I sensed Reynold tensing.
He took one step forward.
“Reyn—” I said sharply. He froze. I didn’t even look back. “Don’t.”
Kieran raised an eyebrow. “Loyal dog.” He chuckled. “But this is between us.”
Then, without warning, he stepped in.
His fist came fast, straight toward my ribs like a seasoned fighter’s blow, but his posture was weak. He wasn’t using his full strength, clearly underestimating me.
Bi
