Eventide—frozen in place, her yellow eyes wide, her glossy lips parted in sheer shock—but far more damning was the wicked blade gripped tightly in her hand.
The same sharp blade that now gleamed maliciously beneath the moonlight, angled upward as if she had just finished a lethal mid-air strike.
To anyone watching, to Ytrisia's own eyes, it looked like a brutal betrayal.
It looked exactly like an assassination attempt.
"...You!" Ytrisia's breath caught painfully in her throat, her chest heaving against Cruxius's hard chest.
Her mind went entirely blank—not from the dizzying fall, but from the terrifying image permanently burned into her vision.
Eventide had just tried to violently attack her.
And to save her life, Cruxius had once again bravely put his own body on the line, holding her tight against the rushing wind.
Swish—
The freezing night wind howled violently as they plummeted, the jagged remains of the shattered upper floor disappearing rapidly above them.
