Keira’s POVThe sounds of James’ struggle against Kael echoed in the restroom.I stumbled to my feet, my heart leapt in my throat.“Are you alright?” Kael asked, glancing at me, a hand still choking James. Meanwhile James, in his attempt to free himself, had gone not only redfaced, but his eyes bulged out as he wheezed.“I… I’m fine,” I breathed. It had been a blur, with barely five minutes passing for the entire exchange.But in those five minutes, my life had nearly been at risk.“Go back to the hall,” Kael said, though his tone softened slightly. “I will handle this.”I hesitated, because what did he mean by HANDLE things?He… he wasn't going to kill him, was he?I glanced at James and then back at his face, which showed certainty.“I… I don’t–” I was about to speak when he cut me off.“Do not worry,” He said like he was speaking to a child, or rather, like he was speaking to his son, Brandon. “He will not die.”Underneath his words lay an undertone, a condition I knew was unstated
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