Dustin raised his hand, and Myst stopped. Otherwise, Frost would have been killed as well.

"It's them again, huh?" Dustin chuckled. Elisa and Jaxon's black market setback had ruined the Chandler family's businesses. Was this why they resented him and hired assassins?

"They didn't just hire me," Frost said angrily. "They also put a twenty-million-credit bounty on your head."

How many assassins had this attracted? They were sending these people to their deaths! Frost's heart burned with rage. If he survived, Jaxon would pay.

Dustin saw the resentment in Frost's eyes and smiled. "I'll spare you this time. Deal with whoever set you up yourself," he said indifferently.

Frost was stunned. He hadn't expected to live. Previously, anyone who crossed Dustin ended up dead.

"But you'll still pay a price," Dustin added.

Frost's face hardened. He gritted his teeth, drew a knife, and severed his own arm. His face paled, and he quickly bound the wound to staunch the bleeding.

"Thank you for sparing me!" he said gratefully.

Dustin waved him off. Enduring the pain, Frost rose and left.

Myst turned to Dustin and knelt. "Greetings, My Liege," she greeted respectfully.

"Stand, Myst," Dustin smiled. "Drake will be protecting the Torell siblings. That's why I summoned you. Stay by my side and await my orders."

"I'm willing to give up everything for you, even my body!" Myst declared firmly.

Dustin's face froze. "Drake is always beside you. If he'd stayed longer without giving me a chance to serve you, I would have stabbed him," Myst hissed indignantly. Dustin's expression soured. He knew Myst wasn't bluffing. He'd trained the five Dragon Guards himself; they were loyal. But Myst's loyalty was… different. He only summoned her when necessary.

"Myst, when you have time, find a man," Dustin said resignedly. "You don't have to devote your life to Hell Hall."

Myst's face turned cold. "All men are vile except you! You're the only one I care about!" she declared seriously. Dustin felt troubled.

Myst had once been the heiress of a prominent family, but their downfall had led Dustin to rescue them. Seeing her fighting talent, he'd brought her into Hell Hall and made her a Dragon Guard. No other man had captured her interest; only Dustin. Her fanaticism and extreme actions troubled him. He recalled her more than twenty attempts to drug him, and her habit of crawling into his bed naked.

'Myst has improved. She must have learned some new tricks. I need to be vigilant,' Dustin thought.