I glared at Amael, my breath ragged, my arm still trembling from the sudden blow. He had attacked me without a word, and if I hadn't instinctively reinforced my body with Ruah at the very last second, I was certain the bones in my arm would have snapped like brittle twigs. Even so, I could still feel the cracks running through them, aching with every pulse of blood.
What the hell was he doing?
That strike wasn't some careless attempt to stop a fight.
"A–Amael?!" Lisandra let out in shock as she stepped forward, her eyes wide, unable to process what had just happened. "W–What are you doing?"
"Stopping him," Amael answered, his gaze resting on me. "I've seen enough. If we leave him unchecked, he'll lose himself to Nemesis—or worse, he'll accept her completely."
"What?" The word slipped past my lips in a groan.
So this was what it was about? Everything? His stalking.
