Mary Ann didn't flinch. If anything, her calm demeanor seemed to taunt him further. "What are you going to do, force me to marry you?" she asked, her voice dripping with mockery. "You'd have to kill me first."
The bandit lunged forward, his hand reaching out to grab her, but he stopped short when Fenrir's voice cut through the air like a blade.
"Touch her, and you won't live to see another sunrise," Fenrir said, his tone low and dangerous.
The camp fell silent. Even the other bandits seemed uneasy as they turned to look at Fenrir, who remained seated in his wheelchair, his expression calm but his eyes cold.
The wiry bandit hesitated, glancing around as if seeking support from his comrades. But none of them moved to back him up. The leader of the bandits, who had been watching from a distance, finally stepped forward, his expression stern.
