Lyon kicked one of the scientists who was about to throw a substance at him, sending the man crashing back. He turned sharply, shouting, "Yuna! Help that hybrid! We have to hold this place!"
Across the room, Rosencraft already had Ioris in his grasp.
His hold was tight—possessive.
He pulled Ioris closer and guided his hand up, pressing it against his own face as if savoring the touch. "You've been so naughty," he murmured softly. "I'll have to punish you."
Ioris didn't make a sound. He only struggled harder, his body twisting in resistance.
Rosencraft smiled, amused. "Are you teasing me?" His grip tightened. "You know you can't do anything to me."
With one smooth motion, he closed the limiter screen and pulled Ioris away from it completely.
Yuna froze for a split second, shock flashing across her face. "How did he get there that fast?!" she shouted, panic and anger mixing. Then her eyes snapped to Ioris. "Hey—you! Get away from him!"
Ioris kept struggling, but it was useless.
