Page 147 of Savage Throne
I pushed away from my throne and leftSoaring Preciouswhere it lay.
Chen called out to me, “Lei, You’re supposed to stay here.”
“I’m the fucking Mountain Master.” I headed away.
Murmurs swept through the guests like ripples in water as I moved.
Some watched Moni and my father.
Others’ gazes locked on me, wide-eyed and stunned.
I got around the table and then leapt off the platform.
A few women gasped.
The drop from the platform was nothing. A clean, sharp movement. My body landed steady, muscles coiling as I straightened my shoulders.
The orchestra faltered again.
Confused notes sputtered into silence before half of them started playing Moni’s theme song again—slow, jazzy, and dripping in murderous confidence.
But the other half panicked and shifted tomytheme song.A low, violent march.
The sounds were all tension-soaked and thunderous.
A hot, chaotic mess of sound.
I felt it—both themes clawing for dominance, competing like predators but I didn’t stop.
I stormed toward the entrance.
You really thought I was going to sit back as you walked my woman to me? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Even from across the space, I could see my father’s face twist as the music disintegrated into a tangled cacophony of crazy.
I was ruining his moment.
You don’t like that, do you? When your plans don’t work out. It sucks. Right?
Anger flashed in his narrowed eyes. He slowed his steps as though trying to maintain control, but I could see it—my father was beyond pissed.
And he should be.
Because I didn’t give a fuck!
A second later, Moni saw me. Her head tilted slightly and her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile.
I fucking missed you. Do you know that? Can you even understand how much?
That smile split through my rage, anchoring me for a second before everything flared hotter.
I picked up my pace.
The space around me turned into a blur of blue banners, chandeliers, and terrified faces.
I got closer and noticed that my father tightened his grip on her arm, yanking her closer.
Meanwhile, his other hand shifted low to the hilt of his sword.
