Chapter 195: How Pitifully Small

Sensing things were about to go wrong, Jace Casson felt fear coil in his gut. Instinct shoved him toward escape. But before he ran, he had to spend every last pawn in his hand to stall Jordan Sowden and claw out a sliver of a chance. He pivoted to the Eight Pillar Guardians and the dense press of underworld muscle ringing the hall, his gaze icy, and snapped, "I didn't feed you all this time for nothing. I, Jace Casson, am counting on all of you. Today's the day-do your job." The words sounded noble,...