His eyes flew to Lyra.
"I don't know her," Gerald felt an enormous fear engulf him, he had never seen Kross this mad, even the time he had visited him because of the curse, his face was grim but not this cold.
Ryan watched everything happen. This was bound to happen, he had watched how calm Kross was after he marked a stranger because of the beast. how his warrior had died because of the girl and how the cursed beast and Lyra knew each other like they were acquaintances. There was a storm brewing in him.
After a second of Gerald begging for his life to the point of tears streaming down his face. A grown man crying. Kross withdrew his hand from his neck, Gerald fell down with a thud, coughing and breathing hard.
"You are useless," Kross said, "I should get rid of you. You know too much."
Gerald had just sighed in relief but again a death sentence was looming on his head.
"I-I can help you!"
