Darius slowly turned toward Julie.
She hadn't moved. Her expression was perfectly composed
But the pressure radiating from her was suffocating, a silent promise of death if he pushed too far.
Teasing her was one thing.
But going after her sisters was quite another.
He'd crossed a line.
The knights behind him sensed the danger too.
They gripped their weapons nervously, unsure of what to do.
Darius was furious himself.
'This bitch thinks she can threaten me?!' A mere knight?!'
'I should draw my 'blade in my pants' and show her what a true warrior looks like!'
'I'll take her right here, right now, and show everyone that no one threatens Darius Valheim!'
But then his survival instincts kicked in.
He knew who Julie was. The Whispering Blade.
A woman so fast with her sword that you wouldn't even know you were dead until your head hit the ground.
She could kill him before he even drew his weapon.
