Chapter 87

Dmitri

I glanced at my bleeding arm and clenched my fist hesitantly. "Reynolds?" I grunted, fixing him a steely gaze.

He batted his lashes, slightly nervous and I smirked, quite satisfied that I had an effect on him even though he had several weak guards protecting him.

If I wanted to take them down, it wouldn't take me up to five minutes, but they weren't my target for now, besides, I understood how he felt. Liora was my life and I'd murder anyone whom I presumed to be her killer.

Maybe the reason he hadn't killed me yet was fear and the fact that I wouldn't let him....