The boy looked like a tsunami of rage had erupted inside him. His gritted teeth held promises of brutally slitting my throat. But eventually, he put the dagger down.
I got up from the seat. “Now hand over the girl.”
“Not on my watch!” Declan growled, trying to stop me from walking over to Elena. When I evaded him, he yelled. “Guards! Stop him!”
His men came at me, but they were shocked to a halt as my men appeared from both sides of the room, blocking them from getting to me.
I turned to Declan. “You really didn't think that through, did you?”
He was fuming. “You just have a handful of men. I have an army. A f*****g battalion. You're outnumbered.”
“Yeah, but outnumbering me is useless. We're not gonna fight.”
“The hell we won't!”
“Kid, if any of my men get hurt, your father dies
