Blinking, for a moment everyone fell into a stunned, breathless silence as they stared at the fork, a fork that now hovered just inches from severing a limb.
The metal still trembled faintly from the force Cassius had applied, the prongs buried halfway into the wooden table as if it were soft butter. Riley had jerked back only because Isaac had grabbed Cassius's arm at the last possible heartbeat.
Meanwhile, Cassius's expression remained flat, bleak, void of even the faintest hint of remorse. He looked not like a servant caught in a frenzy but like a predator mildly inconvenienced that his prey had slipped away.
His tone, his posture, even the calm blink of his lashes all suggested one truth: he did not care in the slightest that he had nearly mutilated someone. He only cared that he had been stopped, that he had failed to finish what he had clearly intended to do, which was slicing off the finger of the woman who had dared speak ill of Arabella.
