Chapter Thirty-Two

Carson looked down on the not so illustrious Guard Captain Triston himself with a cocky grin.

"You have yourself a stumble, their Cap, " Carson said with obvious glee. Tristan was lying in a heap of a once general store, looking pissed as he struggled to his feet.

"And who the hell are you, " Triston grunted as he took in Carson's measure with a murderous gaze.

Oh, don't be like that. I was just curious why you decided to take a flight across the city, is all, " Carson said with a smirk.

"Did it look intentional to you?" Triston growled. He stepped up to Carson and grabbed his tunic with a meaty fist.

Carson's lips curled into a wide grin, exposing a mouth full of sharp jagged white teeth.

"I'd advise you to take your disgusting hand off of me, or I'll remove it for you."

"I'd like to see you try, you maggot!" Triston roared as he slammed his other fist into Carson's face as hard as he could. Only the fist never made it to its target.