The boy in Kyle's grip squirmed one last time before letting out a desperate.
"I'm sorry! I won't do anything like this again, I swear!"
The kid seemed genuinely sorry, but Kyle was not going to fall for these tricks.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, scanning the boy's face.
There was no lie there—only fear and shame. His mana flickered subtly around the boy, confirming the sincerity in his words.
He sighed, his grip loosening.
"…Fine. Just don't get caught again."
Kyle muttered, shaking his head.
'Shit! This little….should I just kill him and get this over with? I feel like I am developing a headache because I have to deal with this.'
But just as he was about to fully release the boy, something hit him.
Not physically—but with mana. A heavy, pressing force descended upon him, laced with intent.
Not quite an attack, but enough to force his body tense and instincts scream danger.
His hand slipped off the boy's arm, and in that split second of distraction, the kid bolted.
