Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 441

Haskell raised a hand, halting the bodyguard’s advance.

Draven’s eyes darted to the tactical blade in the bodyguard’s hand, then shot back up to Haskell, his voice trembling. “Mr. Palmer, if I tell you everything, will you let me go?”

Haskell’s gaze darkened. “It seems you still don’t grasp your situation.”

Then he gave another sharp nod.

The bodyguard flicked open the retractable knife, the blade catching the light and flashing in Draven’s eyes. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead. As the man stepped forward again, Draven finally broke, shouting, “Your real brother... Thatch sold him!”

The words tumbled out of him in a desperate rush, and he collapsed onto the floor, not daring to meet Haskell’s eyes.

Larissa, who had been playing with Sage, froze, her head snapping up to look at Haskell.

His face was a mask of terrifying cold. She had never seen such an expression on him before; he was always so composed, so gentle. The sheer fury radiating from him was palpable.

“Tell me everything you know. In detail,” Haskell said. His voice was deceptively calm, but it was laced with a murderous intent that Larissa, and more acutely, Draven could feel in their bones.

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