Ijar's rage boiled over. His mind raced, trying to process the situation, but all he could think of was the insult. The boy had entered his territory, bound his second-in-command, and waited for him as if this were all some twisted game.
"You're going to regret this," Ijar snarled, stepping forward, his hand already summoning the shadowed daggers he favored. "I'll make sure of it."
Turai's grin didn't falter. "You can try," he said smoothly. "But tonight, I think I'm the one holding all the cards."
Ijar's fury ignited as Turai's mocking smile continued to taunt him. Threats and warnings from a boy—a mere child—were not something he could stomach. The boy had walked into his territory, subdued Maya, and had the audacity to act as though he controlled the situation. No, Ijar wasn't going to wait. He had to strike first.
