Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 97

CHAPTER 97 PART 1

Cameron Brand’s dagger gleamed as he advanced on Aaron Jackson, his face twisted with vengeful satisfaction.” No more delays. No more words. Time to pay for what you did to my brother.”

The blade descended toward Aaron’s outstretched hand-

A metallic whistle cut through the night air.

The dagger flew from Cameron’s grip as if struck by invisible force, spinning away to embed itself in a nearby tree trunk three feet away. A small dart-barely visible in the darkness-protruded from the tree bark beside it.

Cameron froze, his hand still extended where the weapon had been. “What the-”

“Spread out!” One of his mercenaries barked orders. “Hidden sniper! Find them! NOW!”

Twenty armed men fanned out into the darkness, their weapons raised, tactical lights cutting through the shadows between pine trees. Their boots crunched on fallen needles and dead leaves, their breathing controlled and professional.

But the forest remained silent. Empty.

Cameron clutched his empty hand, his cultured composure shattered by confusion and rage. “Who’s out there?! Show yourself!”

No response. Just wind rustling through branches and distant highway traffic.

“Coward!” Cameron screamed into the darkness. “Hiding in shadows like a rat! Come out and face me!”

Still nothing.

Cameron turned back to Aaron, his fury redirecting toward the available target. “Fine. We’ll do this the old- fashioned way.”

He strode forward and kicked Aaron in the ribs-not with the measured control of a martial artist, but with the vicious cruelty of a man who wanted to inflict maximum pain. Aaron’s body armor had been discarded during the flight, leaving him vulnerable.

The impact drove the air from Aaron’s lungs. He gasped, trying to roll away, but Cameron grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upright.

“Tell me about Marcus Steel!” Cameron demanded, his fist connecting with Aaron’s jaw. “Tell me everything! How does a nobody-some worthless son-in-law-destroy the Brand family?! What kind of power does he have?!

Aaron spat blood. “Power? He doesn’t need power to deal with trash like your family.”

Cameron hit him again. “My brother was MURDERED! Forty elite bodyguards killed in minutes! That’s not normal! That’s not possible unless Steel has connections-resources-something beyond what we understand!”

“Your brother,” Aaron gasped between blows, “was a rapist who tried to assault a Sacred Saintess. He got what rapists deserve.”

“The Sacred Saintess!” Cameron’s laugh was unhinged. “That fallen woman who threw away her divine bloodline for a worthless nobody! She’s no Saintess-she’s a disgrace! And Steel? He’s just lucky! Lucky and protected by people like you!”

He grabbed Aaron’s right hand, forcing the fingers straight. “This is the hand, isn’t it? The one that slapped my

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brother? Made him kneel? Humiliated the Brand family?”

“I did it,” Aaron said quietly, meeting Cameron’s eyes with unwavering defiance. “I slapped Jaxon Brand. I made him kneel. It wasn’t elder brother-it was ME. All of it. Marcus Steel had nothing to do with your brother’s humiliation.”

“Liar!” Cameron pulled a knife from his belt-smaller than the dagger but still deadly. “Steel was there! He orchestrated everything!”

“No,” Aaron insisted, his voice carrying absolute conviction despite the pain. “I planned it. I executed it. Elder brother just watched. If you want revenge, take it on me. Leave him and the Sacred Saintess alone.”

Cameron’s eyes narrowed. “You’re protecting them. How noble. How pathetic.”

He pressed the knife against Aaron’s palm, drawing blood. “Here’s what I think-I think Marcus Steel is the real power behind everything. I think he killed my brother. And I think-”

Another metallic whistle.

This dart didn’t miss.

It buried itself in Cameron’s right forearm with surgical precision, and Cameron’s scream tore through the forest as the knife fell from nerveless fingers. He stumbled backward, clutching his arm where the dart protruded like a miniature spear.

“FIND HIM!” Cameron roared at his mercenaries. “KILL WHOEVER’S OUT THERE!”

The twenty men converged on the approximate trajectory of the dart-a dense cluster of pine trees about fifty yards northwest. Their tactical lights swept through branches, their weapons ready.

The first mercenary died silently—a dart through his throat that severed his vocal cords before he could scream. He dropped like a puppet with cut strings.

The second and third went down within seconds-darts finding eyes, necks, any exposed flesh with inhuman precision and speed.

“Contact! Contact!” A mercenary fired wildly into the darkness, his bullets shredding bark and branches but hitting nothing living.

A shadow moved between trees-too fast for the human eye to track clearly, too fluid to be normal movement. Another dart flew, another mercenary collapsed.

“What the hell IS that?!” One of Cameron’s men screamed, his professional composure cracking. “It’s not human! Nothing moves that fast!”

“It’s Marcus Steel!” Cameron gasped, yanking the dart from his arm with a grunt of pain. “It has to be! He’s here! He’s killing my men!”

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But Aaron, slumped against the concrete barrier with Dominic beside him, knew better. That wasn’t elder brother’s style. Marcus Steel fought directly, overwhelmingly, with dragon power that made subtlety unnecessary.

This was something else. Someone else.

“Fall back!” Cameron ordered desperately. “Regroup! Everyone to—”

Another dart. Another scream. Another mercenary down.

The remaining fighters-now reduced to twelve-formed a defensive circle, their backs together, weapons pointing outward in all directions. But the darts kept coming from impossible angles, as if the attacker could be in multiple places simultaneously.

“Please!” One mercenary dropped his weapon, raising his hands in surrender. “I give up! I surrender! Don’t kill me!”

“Coward!” Cameron snarled. “Pick up your weapon and-”

The mercenary collapsed, a dart in his neck despite his surrender. The message was clear: mercy wasn’t an option.

“This is your fault!” Cameron screamed at Aaron. “You and Steel! You brought this on us! I’ll kill you both! I’ll kill that Saintess wife of his! I’ll destroy everyone connected to him!”

“You won’t kill anyone,” a new voice said calmly.

A figure stepped from between the pine trees-young, perhaps twenty-five, dressed in forest camouflage that seemed to shimmer and blend with the shadows. In his hands he held a specialized dart gun-ancient design but clearly modern materials-and his movements carried the fluid grace of someone blessed with supernatural skill.

“Who the hell are you?!” Cameron demanded.

“My name is Tyler Reed,” the young man said, his voice carrying quiet authority. “I’m an ally of Marcus Steel and a protector of those he values. And you-” he looked at Cameron with cold contempt, “-just threatened to kill a Sacred Saintess.”

“I’ll kill whoever I want!” Cameron pulled a pistol from his waist holster with his left hand-his right arm still useless from the dart wound. “Starting with you!”

Tyler moved.

Not fast by dragon standards, but fast enough that Cameron’s eyes couldn’t track the motion. Tyler closed the distance in three steps, his hand shooting out to grab the gun before Cameron could aim it.

With a casual twist, Tyler snapped Cameron’s wrist. The pistol clattered to the ground, and Cameron’s scream echoed through the forest.

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