"Move it, mutt. Get out of the damn way," Andrew said coldly.

Facing Liam and the unreadable Conrad behind him, Andrew's expression did not change in the slightest.

Liam sneered. "Still as arrogant as ever. But times have changed. Chetvine is no longer your playground where you stand above everyone else."

His fists cracked with sharp pops as he clenched them, his grin fading into something far more sinister. He was Conrad's lackey, or more accurately, Conrad's attack dog who would die at