Chapter 370: The Message Delivered
Corvin bristled with anger.
His hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening so fiercely that the muscles along his neck stood out. The urge to strike out—to lash out at the insolent figures standing before him—was almost overwhelming.
But he was quick to master himself.
The man who had just spoken was large. Considerably larger than Corvin himself. His build was formidable.
An unmoving presence that suggested years of disciplined training and an intimate familiarity with violence.
Even if Corvin was a capable fighter—and he knew himself to be one—he was not arrogant enough to mistake confidence for invincibility.
That man could take him down.
Quickly.
And, judging by the coldness in his eyes, without the slightest hesitation.
So Corvin remained where he was.
He drew a slow breath through his nose, forcing the rage burning beneath his skin into submission.
Then he spoke.
"Tell me what your lord instructed you to convey."
