Anyone who dared harm his woman was courting death!

With a gulp, Cyrus felt the weight of a deadly gaze upon him. His heart racing, he turned to flee, but before he could take a step, a searing pain shot through his back, sending him crashing to the ground.

A wooden stick clattered beside him, hurled by Sanford.

Cyrus yelped in agony, clutching his back as he attempted to rise.

Before he could move, Sanford loomed over him, his presence akin to a harbinger of doom.