Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
The man she had been dancing with was being lifted off the ground, his neck trapped in Aciel's iron grip.
"W-Who a-are you?" the man choked out.
Aciel smirked coldly.
"How dare you touch my woman?"
Xylia's heart pounded.
For some girls, those words might have sounded romantic. But to her, they felt possessive, as if she were an object that belonged to him.
The loud music continued to blast through the club, yet no one dared interfere.
Frantically, she searched the crowd for help.
Then she spotted Simon.
"Simon! Make him stop!" she shouted.
Simon grimaced.
"No. You don't know what Aciel is like when he's angry."
Fear tightened around her chest.
But she couldn't just stand there and watch.
She hurried back toward Aciel.
"Aciel, please stop!"
He ignored her.
His expression was dark, his eyes burning with fury.
Xylia swallowed hard as she watched his grip tighten around the man's throat.
"Aciel, stop it!" she shouted.
