Justin laughed, eyes wild. "See this asshole? Even your own people are protecting me now. What can you even do, huh?"
His mocking tone cut through the battlefield like a blade.
But he didn't notice the change in Nancy. Her trembling fingers finally slipped free from the silk knot around her wrist. While Justin reveled in his delusions, she moved—quickly. With a sudden surge of desperation, she pushed him back with all her strength.
"What the hell?!" Justin staggered, his arm slipping off her shoulder. His grip loosened—she was free.
Nancy stumbled away, eyes wide and frantic. But Justin turned, fury flaring in his voice. "Come here, you bitch—"
Before he could finish, Tyson was already there—his figure a blur of fury. His sword was raised in a lethal arc, and his intentions were unmistakable.
He was going to behead him.
Justin's eyes widened Just then—BANG!
