I stared at the man at the far end of the room, the one who hadn’t moved even as his men lay broken on the floor around me. His gaze was cold, mocking, like he thought I was some kind of joke.
“Was it you?” I asked, my voice low, sharp as a blade. “The one who sent people to my place to kill me?”
The bastard smirked. “We never disclose our clients’ information.”
Then he lunged.
He moved fast, but not fast enough. I sidestepped, caught his arm, twisted it until I heard the crack, then slammed him down hard. He barely had time to scream before my knee buried itself into his chest. In less than a minute, he was gasping for air at my feet.
“Name,” I demanded. My patience was gone.
He spat blood, eyes darting. “Brandt… it was Brandt.”
That was all I needed. I dropped him and stood, leavi
