Alejandro frowned. "Boy... you don't want to cross me for these mere peasants now, do you?
Hand over the glassheart."
However, polystar did not move. The atmosphere was obviously tense, but he just stayed. Gaze focused on Alejandro.
At the side he coukd see the way Black held sophia.
The blade inched even closer to her neck.
There was no doubt that if he refused, they would be blood.
However, a thoight came to his head. And he responded. "And if I say I won't. What woukd you do about it?" He cracked a rocky smile?"
Soren turned to his side, wondering if this noble boy had suddenly gone retarded. Refusing to give up the Glassheart was one thing, but infuriating the enemy was another.
Why would he do that?
Surprisingly, Alejandro's gaze faltered. Not much.
Just a bit.
But Polystar caught it. He looked at Sophia. "So its true, you do need her."
