Grace thought that her problem with Ezra regarding the prostitute was over. But because Ezra brought it up again, Grace was sure that Ezra was serious about how bad he thought she was.
Lucas was speechless, unable to believe such words had come out of Ezra's mouth.
"I know I'm that bad. But—"
"It's not just you. It's Lucas, too!" Ezra turned his gaze back to Lucas, who was still sitting on the floor.
No matter what, Lucas knew how close Ezra and Grace were, so he couldn't believe the terrible words Ezra had said to Grace.
Lucas even knew how Ezra felt about Grace.
"You two are screwed!" Ezra sighed angrily.
"You're the one who's screwed for calling Grace a whore, Ezra," Lucas spoke up.
Seeing Grace's teary eyes holding back tears made Lucas unable to hold back his anger towards Ezra. Ezra's words were harsh, but Lucas never thought he would be that harsh.
In an instant, Lucas regretted ever asking Grace to stay by Ezra's side for her safety. After all, Ezra was also a danger to Grace.
"What's wrong with what I said?" Ezra raised an eyebrow arrogantly, without a hint of guilt.
"You called her a prostitute, Ezra! That's outrageous!"
"Ugh! You're even worse for sleeping with Grace when she was fine. But when Grace got hurt, you dumped her on me," Ezra sneered.
Lucas stood up and pulled Grace to his side, his eyes blazing and his teeth clenched, holding back the urge to attack Ezra.
"You were the one who said you'd protect Grace. That's why I brought her back to you." Lucas's voice was soft but deep.
"After you turned her into your whore?"
A punch landed on Ezra's stomach. Due to Lucas's aim, Ezra was thrown to the ground. He tried hard to hold himself back, but Ezra couldn't hold back his words at all, or at least he could have chosen a more polite way to say it, but he didn't.
Even though she didn't make a sound, Lucas knew that Grace's tears were starting to fall.
Not stopping there, Lucas pulled out a short silver dagger from under his coat, stepped on Ezra's stomach roughly, and pointed the tip of the silver dagger right at one of Ezra's eyes.
"Grace followed me to meet the Duke. The Duke hurt her, and I brought her to you because I thought you could heal her," Lucas explained.
Despite his anger, Lucas tried to explain the misunderstanding that might have led Ezra to think something had happened between him and Grace.
"But you ended up hurting her more than Duke and I did," he continued.
"A whore will always be a whore."
The tip of the silver dagger Lucas held grazed Ezra's forehead, causing fresh blood to flow from the wound. However, within moments, the wound and blood vanished instantly. Unlike usual, wolves always howled in pain when injured by silver.
A small smile on Ezra's face seemed mocking. He glared back at Lucas, narrowing his eyes in defiance.
"This silver dagger is what nearly killed your father, Ezra," Lucas whispered, provoking Ezra's anger.
The anger in Ezra's eyes grew brighter, signaling a fight, but at that moment, Lucas stabbed the dagger into Ezra's chest, causing him to convulse violently.
Grace swallowed hard, seeing Ezra in such a critical condition. She approached and sat on the ground, staring at Ezra without being able to say a word.
Lucas, seeing Grace's worried reaction to Ezra's condition, pulled out the dagger and moved his foot away from Ezra's stomach. Ezra's body reacted even worse when Lucas's silver dagger was removed.
"H—how do we heal him, Lucas? H—he's in pain," Grace asked.
"There's nothing we can do," Lucas replied indifferently.
"You have to heal him, Lucas. You're the one who hurt him!" Grace shouted angrily.
"He also hurt you, Grace."
"But Ezra is the only one I have right now!" Grace snapped.
Lucas remained silent, watching Ezra begin to bleed from his mouth. It was excruciatingly painful, and Lucas knew precisely how it felt. But he couldn't accept what Ezra had said to Grace.
Suddenly, Grace knelt before Lucas, clasping her hands together and bowing her head as low as she could, pleading.
"Please... tell me how to heal Ezra. Without him, I can't live to this day," she begged, her voice filled with hope.
"Your blood."
Seeing that Grace couldn't live without Ezra, Lucas chose to end the suffering he had caused Ezra. Because he also knew how painful it was.
"My blood? What must I do? Must I give all my blood to him?"
Grace screamed in shock as Lucas suddenly grabbed her hand and made a small cut on her arm with his silver dagger, letting her blood drip onto Ezra's wounded body.