“Ridiculous,” Issac said softly, almost amused.
“You think you can threaten me into kneeling? You should kneel and beg me instead—maybe then I’d leave you a complete corpse.”
Jace Kane straightened once more, arrogance flooding back into his veins now that Billy Park lay broken on the floor and reinforcements seemed far away.
He was the son of the King of Redharrow, the heir of a domain.
If he let fear show—if a nobody made him tremble—he’d lose face for the rest of his life.
A smirk curled across his lips.
“You think you scare me?” he spat. “You’re just a bumpkin who got lucky. Do you even understand where you’re standing?”
Issac’s smile faded into something cold, cruel, and final.
“Very well,” he murmured.
“Then let the son pay for the father’s sins. Consider this… interest.”
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