Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 54: Irrational Love
“But how about we make it interesting ... with a bet?” Kaden said with a cold smile.
His words once again surprised both Kenan and Meris.
Meris had already sensed it the first time she saw Kaden during that meeting between heirs, he was not like the usual Warborn. Physically, sure, he was too slender, too elegant. But it went deeper than looks. The way he carried himself ... it wasn’t how a Warborn should carry themselves.
Warborns had this wild, aggressive energy around them. Like they were always on the verge of tearing something apart.
But Kaden...
Kaden had that wildness, yes—but it was calculated. Controlled. Intentional. His aura wasn’t chaotic—it was measured. And just looking into his eyes, you could tell—he was not someone who moved on impulse.
And Kenan hadn’t considered any of that. He hadn’t even tried to understand Kaden. The moment he realized he was a Warborn, he slapped the label on and decided who Kaden was in one breath.
And now...
Now he was struggling to keep up.
“What? Don’t tell me you have nothing to bet on?” Kaden said with clear disdain, turning his head to Meris.
“Let’s go, Meris. Let’s continue this elsewhere,” he added as he rose to his feet.
Meris smiled and stood as well.
But as they began to walk away, Kenan stepped forward and grabbed Kaden’s shoulder.
“You’re not going anywhere with Meris, I will—”
“If in three seconds, your hand is still on my shoulder...”
Kaden’s voice cut through his words like a blade—low, cold, final.
He slowly turned his head.
“ ... then don’t blame me for what will happen to your arm.”
The second their eyes met, Kenan instinctively shivered and stepped back. His hand dropped immediately.
Kaden’s eyes glowed like a pair of crimson pools, like blood lit from beneath. Not just threatening—but drenched in the promise of death.
One wrong move.
One second too long.
And something would be broken—permanently.
Because truthfully, Kaden was tired.
Tired of this entire circus.
His tolerance for nonsense was thin to begin with and if Kenan had dared to keep his hand on him even one second longer...
Then he would’ve lost his entire damn arm.
Was it risky? Yes.
Kenan was from a powerful family. And Kaden was supposed to stay low. Stay unnoticed. Especially with that princess still lurking somewhere in the city.
But he didn’t care.
If things went to hell, he’d just find someone to kill him and start over. Death wasn’t what it used to be for him.
Kaden stared at Kenan a moment longer, then turned and resumed walking.
Meris followed beside him, her heart pounding not just from the tension—but from excitement. Because the more she watched Kaden, the more dangerous he seemed, the more...
The more she wanted him.
And the more Kenan acted like this—
‘I want to kill him,’ Meris thought silently, darkly.
She was reaching the end of her patience.
But of course, Kenan wasn’t finished.
“I bet 500 gold coins,” Kenan called out, voice sharp, strained with humiliation and fury.
He’d been made a fool of. Humiliated in front of Meris. And if he backed down now? If he just let this end?
He’d never live it down. Not as the heir of the Fireborns.
So he couldn’t retreat.
He had to fight.
He had to win.
Meris nearly turned around, but stopped herself. She watched Kaden’s expression instead.
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