The Price of Defiance
Kite, meanwhile, remained frozen.
He barely even dared to breathe.
Victor had just casually promised to help Evelyne deal with a powerful Duke.
A Duke.
Someone whose name alone had been enough to make Kite lower his voice and watch every word he spoke.
Yet Victor had said it so easily.
There had been no hesitation.
No careful consideration.
No questions about the Duke's influence or the forces standing behind him.
Victor hadn't even seemed concerned about what would happen if the Duke learned of this.
He had simply made the promise.
As though the Duke wasn't someone worth fearing.
Kite's fingers slowly tightened at his sides.
A cold sensation crawled up his spine.
For so long, he had believed that Duke was untouchable.
Dangerous enough that even those with power had to think twice before provoking him.
Kite had spent countless nights worrying about what might happen if he accidentally attracted the man's attention.
One wrong move.
