Fear was an understatement for what I was feeling. My knees and teeth trembled. He reached out for the dagger; he couldn't see it—his eyes lit up… glowing.
He saw the knife in my hands and immediately rushed out, only to find Lucious gone. He looked at me, holding the knife again. Betrayal was the mood of his face. For a man who opened up to me at night, his trust faded off.
He went down where Lucious was placed and held the rope, only to find a perfect cut, like a knife cut it down. I trembled and the knife fell off. He observed me as a prey, his eyes turning red. His only leverage against Kade was gone.
From his eyes, I could tell he thought that I did it. There was no way our relationship would be the same again—but I didn't do that. Would he believe me?
His nose sniffed the rope, avoiding the bombs like he knew where they were. He looked around as if sensing something. He immediately rushed into Damian’s tent.
“What did you see when you came out?” he demanded, his face turning ser
