"R—Regius…" Jillian breathed shakily as he sought Lu Yizhou's eyes, terrified.
Cyrus had stepped in right in the nick of time to stop the sword with his bare hand. His sleeve slipped down, revealing pale skin covered in hard silver scales and pointed nails. After he gently yanked the sword out of Jillian's hand, Luan took over the blade at its hilt and sheathed it back. But none could pay attention to them right now.
Jillian was shaken terribly, his fingertips shaking where it was loosely curled into a fist. Just a little bit more… Just a little bit more and he would have driven the sword into Regius' chest with his own hands. "Why…?" His voice was strained and the rims of his eyes reddened even more.
The hurt that bled through that one word struck Lu Yizhou a blow more painful than if his chest was pierced through with the sword. He didn't flinch, but that was a near thing.
