Chapter 820 Intolerable Bullying

• Yule tugged again and again, veins bulging in his neck, but the whip would not budge from Jaziel's grasp. Humiliation burned through him. With a snarl, he flicked a concealed dart—its tip glinting with poison—straight for Jaziel's heart.
• "Parlor tricks bore me," Jaziel said, the words quiet yet absolute.
• Two fingers rose like the closing prongs of a trap. Metal sang, and the dart halted, trembling, between his fingertips—harmless as a spent match.