Never had the man thought that he could be hurt. Albus looked at the painful cuts in his hands and the burning sensation that was completely new to him and then stared at the reason for it.
He couldn't help but feel deep hatred for her.
"What in the world do you want from me?" she asked when he took a step back. It could not be as simple as he attacked her because she had that same dark energy!
Neither a strong man like him could be controlled by the duke or other nobles.
"I want your life so that I can be stronger. Your powers could make me immortal." he said plainly as if he was only talking about the weather. "You are wasting your powers over smaller things anyway. What if I take them from you?" he said in such a righteous tone that she blinked.
The man was beyond her comprehension but at least he was distracted enough to not pay attention to Declan.
