Liam didn't waste a second. The moment the dwarf made his smug remark, Liam was already moving. His hand shot across the counter like lightning, grabbing the dwarf by the front of his shirt and yanking him halfway over the table.
"Why did you bond him?!" Liam growled through clenched teeth, his eyes fierce and cold.
The dwarf, wide-eyed and suddenly very aware of how strong Liam was, began kicking and squirming. His thick arms flailed for balance, boots scraping against the wooden floor as he tried to gain footing. Dwarves were known for their physical strength and unshakable endurance, but Liam's grip was like steel—unrelenting and fueled by fury.
"I didn't do nothin'!" the dwarf croaked, grasping at Liam's wrist. "Let me go, you overgrown brat—"
