I looked down slowly. Azrael had stepped in front of me, and the knife had gone straight through his right wrist. He stared at Danny, and his eyes dimmed coldly. With a swipe of his left hand, Danny was sent flying. He crashed against a nearby tree and landed hard on the ground.
Azrael made a step forward, but I quickly reached for his hand. The knife had gone deep. Even if I removed it… it would still hurt badly.
"Why did you do that? You shouldn't have," I snapped while glaring at him.
He didn't say a word, but I reached for the lower part of my dress and tore it apart.
"What are you doing?" he asked, but I didn't answer him.
I reached for the knife. "I'll pull it out at the count of three," I said, but Azrael just chuckled.
"I'm not re—"
He froze the second I pulled it out. Blood drizzled down even more, and I quickly wrapped the cloth tightly around his hand. He just stared down silently… I was panicking.
Danny… how dare he hurt my beastman.
