The next few days slipped by fast. Cassian tore through duel after duel, putting Second-Circle warriors—and even a few mages on his level—to their knees. By the time word spread, people had already started calling him the Enslaving Warrior.
He'd stacked up more than two dozen slaves now, all technically stronger than him on paper. And when he claimed yet another victory—the thirtieth—his gaze slid straight to Brigid, reminding her of their little deal.
She looked furious, eyes blazing like she wanted to chew through steel.Cassian just chuckled.
"You absolute mad bastard…" Lucas groaned, though the grin on his face was way too big for the complaint to stick. He was practically vibrating from how much money he'd just made off Cassian's fights.
"I swear, man, I thought you were gonna lose one of those," he added, poking Cassian in the arm. "And then what? I'd have to spend our entire stash buying your dumb ass out of slavery. Do you know how depressing that would've been?"
