"You must be Felix Osprey—the man they say can crush stones with his bare hands," Riley remarked, his tone carrying equal parts curiosity and challenge.
His gaze traveled over the man before him, taking in the broad shoulders, the thick arms, the sheer size that made him stand out in any crowd.
"Judging by your build, I can see those rumors may not be so far-fetched. But since you seem to doubt the things I've done, I'll grant you the chance to test them yourself. What do you say? Do you dare accept a friendly match?"
A hush fell over those nearby, all eyes shifting toward Felix.
His lips curled into a grin that revealed more malice than amusement.
"That's what I've been waiting for all along," he growled, his voice carrying a rough edge that promised violence.
"I'll smash that handsome face of yours until the only thing my cousin Aurora remembers when she looks at you is how utterly I defeated you today."
With deliberate force, Felix stood.
