Jared stiffened mid-step. He pivoted slowly, face calm, pulse already braced for treachery.
"Mr. Cloudridge, what else do you require?"
Has he realized I played both sides and wants to settle the score with me?
Chaotic energy slid beneath Jared's skin, silent, coiled, ready to erupt if courtesy soured into combat. He did not fear the battered sword master, but the sect's surviving disciples still filled the cratered plain like an armed sea.
The words that followed, however, defied every dark scenario he had rehearsed.
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