Kael wasn't able to continue his words as the edge of a thin, long, and sharp ice blade, licked the surface of his skin.
He felt the cold touch of the blade on his neck, he felt how it tingled him, causing his bones to shiver and his blood flow to slow down.
Kael had stopped talking, but he didn't flinch. He just stared down with a widening smile on his face.
In front of him, Alora's face was just a few inches from touching his nose. Her two hands had stylishly and skillfully conjured one long ice sword, pressing the sharp edge against Kael's neck.
Kael did not try to move his neck out of the way or try to fight back, he looked even more relaxed.
He leaned forward, allowing the edge of the ice blade to press harder into his skin.
"What's wrong with you?" Alora asked through gritted teeth. She realized that she had let her emotions get the best of her and control her actions.
