Riker glared at Alexander’s back with resentment, then looked down at the Asura War Sabre in the case.
“Mr. Pittman, now that he’s gone, I don’t really need to stab myself, do I?” Riker asked, his voice trembling.
“Robert, as the witness, you need to ensure they follow through on the bet.” Thorne said, pulling Robert along.
Robert nodded: “If you agree to a bet, you must accept its consequences.”
Riker closed his eyes tightly and, with shaking hands, grasped the cold hilt of the Asura War Sabre.
If he had known he’d lose, he would never have brought out the Asura War Sabre. A nail file would have sufficed!
Riker’s hand trembled as he held the sabre, lacking the courage to lift it.
A blood groove, a serrated blade—if he plunged it into his body, he might die!
Even if he survived, th
