"This is crazy! Stop it! This isn't funny anymore!" I shouted, my voice cracking as it echoed through the dim corridor.
They didn't even flinch.
"I wish you could understand how I feel, Solar." Kaius' eyes glistened with something dangerously close to sorrow—but it didn't change the fact that he was prepared to kill his own brothers.
"I'm out of here—"
"You're not going anywhere."
Xavion's voice was calm. Too calm.
His fingers clamped around my wrist, painfully tight. I gasped as a sharp sting shot up my arm.
"I will make you mine again, Solar. And this time, I won't let you go."
Sparrow grabbed Xavion's wrist, forcing his grip to loosen.
"She's hurting."
Xavion released me, but the murderous look he sent Sparrow promised consequences later.
Silence swallowed the hallway.
Then I saw it.
A knife.
August flicked his wrist, sending the blade flying toward Keanu.
"Too slow," Keanu smirked, dodging effortlessly.
