The crowd parted like water as I walked through them, their faces a mixture of awe and terror. The naked Saints and Tyler Westwood were long gone, their humiliation complete. But I wasn't finished yet.
"Where's Daphne Grenville?" I called out, my voice cutting through the hushed whispers.
The crowd shifted nervously. After a moment, Daphne stepped forward, her composure intact despite the spectacle she'd just witnessed.
"Liam Knight," she said, inclining her head slightly. "That was... impressive."
"I need something from you," I said bluntly. "The ten-thousand-year-old Bleeding Heart herb you found earlier. I want it."
Her eyes narrowed. "That's quite presumptuous. Even after your display of power, such a treasure—"
"It wasn't a request." I stepped closer, golden light still pulsing beneath my skin. "Consider it payment for your life."
"My life?" Her confidence wavered slightly. "I've never moved against you."
