"Let me handle this!" Tyr's voice sounded in his mind.
Kross froze for a second. He didn't know that could happen. He knew his own voice so there was no way he could have misunderstood that.
"No!" He continued walking like nothing was wrong.
"Why? You let my snow get hurt like that, I have to make them pay!"
Kross knew the ravager wanted revenge. He would teach Isolde manners later but not the ravager. It could, no, it would kill her. Tear her into pieces, Break all her limbs, Claw her heart out.
Isolde stood frozen at the foot of the staircase, her breath caught in her throat as she watched Kross take Lyra's hand. He didn't just escort her, he held her hand, his grip was steady and looked protective, his face carved in stone.
The look he shot Isolde was enough to strip the air from her lungs. Cold. Furious. It was a silent warning that made her blood run cold.
For a heartbeat, she could only stare.
'Why… why the hell is he holding her hand?'
