"How dare you!"
Evelyn's eyes locked onto Keith coldly. Her hands brushed her lips, and then she looked at Keith with pure disgust.
"A slap for a scratch?"
The host stepped forward quickly, his expression hardening as he moved to intervene. "Keith, step away from her—"
But he stopped, snapping his neck and quickly moving towards him. The temperature in the room rose by a degree, and he recognised where it came from.
"Grim Warden, I'd ask you to stay calm—"
BAM!
The host turned behind him, looking stressed. He softened when he saw Keith's face turned to the side. "Did you just kick him—"
"We are even now." Evelyn lowered her leg, glaring at Keith. She turned to the host. "I yield." Her voice was clear as she walked out of the arena.
Killian lowered his head as he remembered Evelyn's words from last time.
'Do not get involved in my fights, you three. But if I can't beat them, you guys better save me.'
