Chapter 67
Chris summoned his courage, brushing aside Drogen's intimidating presence as he stepped closer.
"Natasha, looks like you've got yourself a new man," Chris sneered, his grin smug as he made his way toward her.
Drogen's eyes darkened. "I asked a question. Who are you?" His voice was calm but laced with a chilling edge as he gripped Chris's shoulder with a force that sent a sickening crunch echoing through the air. Chris screamed, his knees buckling under the sharp, searing pain. But just as quickly as it came, the pain vanished. Drogen's grip released, and Chris stumbled backward, clutching his shoulder. He stared in shock, flexing his arm, unable to comprehend how it was fine—completely healed. He was sure his shoulder just cut crushed under Drogen's grip, so how...
Chris looked up at Drogen, his face pale and his confidence crumbling. He resembled a startled deer, wide-eyed and shaking.
