Page 185 of Savage Throne
That’s right. Come over here.
I leaned my head to the side. “Youwantto discipline me? You want to preserve your great legacy?”
His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking like a clock counting down to the inevitable explosion.
“Then, don’t just sit there like a weak old man.” I lifted my glass of wine. “Fucking take your legacy back from me.”
His hands flexed and I saw it—the split-second decision, the moment he finally snapped and charged to attack me.
Chapter twenty-eight
Blood Wine
Lei
He moved faster than I expected, a blade appearing in his hand like magic.
The space erupted in chaos.
Aunt Min screamed.
The dancers fled.
Guests scrambled for cover, overturning chairs.
Chen leapt to his feet, shouting orders I couldn’t hear over the noise of shrieks and crashing plates.
And Moni. . .
“Lei, be careful!” she cried out as Duck and Thandi yanked her from her chair and dragged her away.
Good. She’s safe.
Because now it was just him and me.
Everything happened so fast, I wasn’t even sure everyone else could make out our movements.
My father launched himself over the table like a feral beast. His blade cut through the air, and it was a blur of silver aimed at my throat.
Fast, I saw the glint of the blade, felt the sharp rush of displaced air.
Shit.
Still holding the glass of wine, I twisted out of my chair, spun to my feet, slid to the side, and intentionally moved with this lazy ease as if this were just another sparring session and my father was nothing more than a practice dummy.
It’s really happening.
The force of his momentum sent him crashing down onto the table.
The heavy wood creaked under the impact.
Plates and glasses scattered.
People screamed.
“Don’t you dare hurt him!” Moni’s scream pierced through the chaos. “I will fucking kill you, Leo!”
I didn’t look her way.
