Jeremy, Karsten, and the others were wide-eyed in disbelief. None of them had seen how Alexander managed to subdue Draven. All they caught was the blur of his movement before Draven was forced to his knees.
“Holy hell. How did Reynolds pull that off? Who the hell is this guy?” Karsten muttered, his lips trembling with fear.
Nobody could answer Karsten’s question. Alexander’s movements had been too fast for anyone to follow.
Jeremy staggered back a couple of steps, muttering nervously: “Damn it. I’ve offended a young master of some sort. I thought he was just some useless nobody. Turns out he’s even more dangerous than a king. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
Regret churned in Jeremy’s gut as his mind raced. He was certain Alexander had his own agenda—likely aiming to assassinate
