"You little bastard, you'd better let me go right now," the middle-aged man hissed, his venomous gaze fixed on Calvin like a serpent.
His grotesque features twisted into something even more hideous.
"Otherwise, I'll make sure you die in pieces!"
The last words slithered out between clenched teeth, grating and hoarse.
"Die in pieces?"
Calvin's lips curled slightly as he took two deliberate steps forward, his tall, imposing frame looming over the man.
His voice dripped with lazy disdain.
"If you had that kind of power, you wouldn't be here throwing a tantrum like a stray dog."
A stray dog?!
The insult sent the man into a frenzy, his face contorting with rage as he spewed the vilest curses at Calvin.
Jey's brow furrowed in irritation.
"Enough," Camilla cut in, her beautiful eyes glinting with cold resolve.
"Since you've been caught, spare us the nonsense."
Her icy voice cut straight to the chase, carrying an inexplicable edge of dominance.
