Kyle kicked the chair beside him, his eyes burning with anger.
"Please tell me it's not the same girl that you traded your life for," he said, his rage evident in his aura.
Amelia sighed.
"She will pay for it," Cyrus assured Amelia.
"Just pay? I'll fucking kill that vile girl. Today she attacked her so lethally from behind, what if she tries to stab her from behind next time? The spawn of that devil should die. Or they'll turn out just like him," Kyle said.
Cyrus thinned his lips. He knew what Kyle was talking about. First, it was Patrick who unexpectedly used those venom-laced weapons on him during the duel, and now Lilithia dared to attack Amelia.
His cousins were turning their backs on family and plotting, just like their father, and probably their mother.
He looked at Amelia's pale expression, and his fists clenched.
She never felt safe in that house in the healer's community, where they never respected her and treated her like nothing more than a tool.
