"A single fucking thing, you can't do a single fucking thing right!"
Crash!
A glass cup exploded by the side of Kaeri's head, sending glass shards flying into her skin and drawing blood.
The girl flinched but made no effort to move; she just sat there, her gaze downcast.
Darell was furious. He paced around the room, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing heavy.
To think he would miss out on the opportunity to get more powerful people on his side!
Everything had been planned out perfectly—five warrior slaves who would put their lives on the line to protect him was all he needed…
But now everything was in shambles. Edward was dead, the slave industry in Sandhill had collapsed, and the city knights were investigating the case.
Thankfully, he always covered his tracks well. If not, this could have still led back to him, and it was all because of that masked freak.
He turned to Kaeri, his glare sharp enough to cut through stone.
