The Silver Blade's Sting

ROMAN

"Let him go!" I roared as the rogue yanked Fabian backward, pressing the blade against my son's throat.

Before I could move, chaos erupted. The second rogue charged from the tree line, shouting something unintelligible. Damon's head whipped toward the sound, his hand jerked, and the knife slipped.

Time stopped.

The silver blade sliced across my son's neck, a clean arc that seemed to happen in slow motion. For one heartbeat, nothing happened. Then blood—his blood—began to flow. Not the trickle from before but a steady, terrifying stream.

Fabian's eyes went wide with shock. His small body crumpled onto the sand.

My world narrowed to a pinpoint. I lunged forward, crossing the distance in a blur of rage. My fist connected with Damon's jaw, bone cracking beneath my knuckles. I struck again. And again. Each blow fueled by primal fury.