Adrian knew he couldn't take any chances.
He could feel Juggler's magic coiled tightly around Sylvie like invisible chains. One wrong move, one moment of haste, and she would be the one to suffer.
The boy standing before him—blue-eyed, cold, and unreadable—was proof of that.
Three knives were already buried in Adrian's gut, and thighs, carefully placed to miss his vitals. Every breath was agony.
"I rarely show myself during operations," Bishop said, his voice calm as he drove another blade in, slow and deliberate.
"Guh…" Adrian bit down hard, forcing back the cry that burned in his throat.
"But you—" Bishop's gaze sharpened, his tone dripping with disdain. "You forced me to come out. You made me harm you. Twice now you've broken through my barriers. You've damaged my pride."
STAB
The next dagger sank into Adrian's chest. His lips parted, blood trailing down as his face grew pale.
