Silas rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck. The movement looked casual, but Luthra caught the small details. The way his feet positioned for perfect balance. How his hands stayed loose but ready.
This wasn't someone who got nervous before fights.
"I should warn you," Silas said. "I haven't had to actually try in quite some time. Most people turn to stone the moment they look at me wrong. You might last longer than usual."
"Thanks for the warning."
"Don't mention it. Professional courtesy."
The guards backed up another ten feet. Even Borris looked nervous. Misha whispered something to Jako, who shook his head.
'They're scared of their own boss huh,' Luthra thought. 'Good to know.'
Silas raised one hand and examined his fingernails like he was checking a manicure. "Tell me something. What made you think you could walk into my home and challenge me? Pride? Stupidity? Or do you actually believe you have a chance?"
"Maybe all three."
