Chapter 105: Hands Off
A few adventurers nearby had caught fragments of the exchange. The word Thorneveil whispered from Veyron's lips froze them in place. A kingdom of elves. And here were two elves, locked in a venomous argument in broad daylight.
It didn't take much to piece together that this was not a quarrel to meddle in. The moment they realized it was tangled in noble bloodlines, every one of them looked away, pretending to be engrossed in the arena where Ethan's test was unfolding.
Veyron noticed, of course. He saw their sudden silence, their hurried avoidance of eye contact — and it only fueled him. His lips stretched into a vicious grin, pride swelling in his chest. Yes… even here, they know better than to interfere. Fear is the only language worth speaking.
Without warning, he stepped closer and seized Lirael's wrist. His grip was crushing, fingers digging painfully into her skin.
She jerked back, struggling to free herself. "Let go—!"
