Long Chen made it back to his cave abode, pushed the door open, and leaned against the wall.
Everything was crashing down on him.
Threats. Everywhere he looked, there were threats.
Azazel's ancient enemies—divine hunters who'd cross dimensional boundaries to kill them both. That threat was distant, maybe months away, but looming like a storm on the horizon.
Nie Hao and whoever was backing him.
And now that Tian or whatever his name is. Another love-sick idiot with power and backing who'd kill someone over a woman who clearly wasn't interested in him.
Long Chen's hands clenched into fists.
These people would kill him, not because he'd done anything wrong or he'd threatened or challenged them. But because they could. Because they had the power and the backing to do whatever they wanted, and he was just an obstacle in their way.
