Vanyaa's mouth opened, closed, and opened again.
"I, um… He's… well—he's kind of my… master?"
Silence.
James' soft expression turned ice cold the moment he heard Vanyaa's words. A wave of overwhelming aura laced with killing intent erupted from him like a tsunami.
Alden didn't even blink. He only had one thought in his mind.
I'm fucked, aren't I?
He made a mental note: never let the cat do the talking again.
Damn it.
James directed every ounce of his killing intent at Alden—Vanyaa didn't feel a thing.
Still, Alden didn't flinch. Compared to the pressure he'd endured from Mokah, this was nothing.
Truthfully, he wasn't even afraid.
James was powerful; there was no doubt about it. But if needed, Alden was confident he could escape unharmed.
"Care to explain what Miss Vanyaa just said?" James's voice echoed through the alley like thunder.
At least, that's how Alden perceived it.
