Jason, standing at the head of the table, turned sharply, his expression hardening when he saw the figure storming in.
Alexander didn’t stop to speak again. He didn’t wait for explanations. He went straight for Jason.
The Silver Hollow guards stationed nearby moved instantly, forming a defensive line. Two of them lunged at Alexander to stop his advance... but they barely got close.
The first guard’s hand had just brushed Alexander’s shoulder when a crack split the air. Alexander twisted, grabbing the man’s wrist and snapping it backward in one fluid motion. The guard screamed, collapsing to the floor.
The second one barely had time to register what happened before Alexander’s fist collided with his face, sending him flying backward into the wooden table with a crash that sent papers an
