The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6131

Dominic's arm stayed frozen, fingers still hooked around the shattered collar.

Color had drained past pale into bone-deep gray; his teeth knocked together with a dry clack.

Jared stood motionless, eyes roaming over the gathered pursuers.

The calm on his face held no ripple, like someone idly watching ants crawl underfoot.

That lack of ripple sliced straight through Dominic's nerves.

He could have handled Jared screaming, Jared charging headlong, even Jared flailing wildly.

A raging man was still human; openings could be found.

But the Jared before him was too silent.

Silent like someone who had not just watched his woman violated.

Silent like something no longer bound to breath and pulse.

"J--Jared, p-please, don't do anything crazy!"

Dominic stumbled back a step, his voice breaking as he sputtered, "M-my family is House Wagner, the Celestial Palace backs me! If you lay a finger on me, the entire Fourteenth Firmament will hunt you down!"

Jared finally moved.

He tilted his head, letting his eyes lock onto Dominic's face.

It took only that single glance.

Just one look.

A chill shot up from Dominic's heels to the crown of his skull; his limbs locked as if an ancient beast had fixed him in its sights, and in that heartbeat even the blood in his veins seemed to ice over.

He gaped, but no sound escaped. His throat strained, muscles quivering, as though an unseen fist clamped around his windpipe.

Jared withdrew his gaze and turned it on the guards pinning Vivian.

Those guards had already lost what nerve they had. The instant Jared's eyes swept over them, they recoiled like cats with their tails stepped on, letting go in panic and scrambling backward, tripping over one another in their rush to get away.

Freed, Vivian no longer had the strength to stand.

She collapsed where she was, clothes in tatters, hair a disheveled curtain, tears clouding her sight as she lifted her head to stare blankly at the tall figure before her.

That straight back looked exactly the same as it had three days ago inside Janis Manor.

No—there was a difference now.

A few days earlier he had left Janis Manor bloodied and hounded, fleeing for his life.

Now he stood here with no aura leaking, yet an unspoken authority pressed outward, the kind that made knees want to fold on their own.

Jared finally turned.

He lowered his eyes to Vivian, taking in her torn clothes, the drying tracks of tears on her cheeks, and the crimson print Dominic had left on her neck.

His gaze stayed as quiet as ever.

Yet Vivian clearly caught a razor-thin shard of chill spark deep inside those still waters.

That glint carried nothing earthly.

It was the frost of the Ninefold Hells.

Without a word, Jared slipped the outer layer of his robe from his shoulders and draped it gently over Vivian, hiding the ruined cloth and her exposed skin.

Every motion was light, almost cautious, as though the slightest force might hurt her.

Fresh tears welled in Vivian's eyes.

"Jared…," she breathed, the scratch in her voice carrying everything she had kept buried.

Jared raised a hand and brushed a thumb across her cheek, wiping the moisture away; the tenderness of that touch erased all trace of the earlier chill.

"Miss Janis, you have suffered enough," he said softly.

"From here on, I will handle the rest."

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