Chapter 12. To The Academy
Reo snatched a fistful of Garm's hair, jerking his head up with a vicious tug before smashing it down onto the table with a bone-rattling thud.
The sound ripped through the dead-silent tavern, making everyone flinch hard. Garm let out a choked groan as blood splattered across the wood, staining it red.
Reo leaned in close, his crimson eyes blazing with a fury so cold it could freeze fire.
"You want me to stake my companion?" he hissed, his voice dripping with menace.
Before Garm could even twitch, Reo slammed his head into the table again.
Crack.
The wood shattered under the brutal force. "Is that what you said?" Garm's groans morphed into pitiful gasps, but Reo wasn't done—not even close.
His fingers dug deeper into Garm's hair as he yanked the man's head up again, forcing his battered face to meet his glare.
"I don't risk the people I care about," Reo said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "And you think I'd stake her on the likes of you?"
He smashed Garm's head down again, the table shaking under the savage hit. "You think I'd let someone like you even get close to her?"
The tavern turned into a tomb, the air so thick it choked the room. Every eye was glued to the chaos unfolding, hearts pounding in their chests. The only sound was the sickening, relentless thud of Garm's skull against the table. Reo's voice roared louder, each word a hammer driving the point home.