Jaegar raised his hand, and purple mist flowed out of him, forming two glistening swords, purely made from the purple mist.
Then, with a flick of his hands, they dropped down on Ethan's hands, cutting them in swift action.
Ethan was shocked, and he looked at his hands lying down on the ground beside him. His eyes widened, and shock instantly gave way to pain as he let out an ear-splitting scream. Blood trickled down on both sides, forming a puddle under him as he writhed in pain.
Jaegar walked to him and stopped before him. "I don't care if you heal them or reattach them, but if I hear about you staying in the capital or being around Lorcan…"
His next words were dripped with venomous threats: "I will cut you piece by piece, making you regret ever crossing me again."
Ethan was nodding profusely despite the pain; his eyes were filled with tears as he was crying with a running nose. He was a total mess.
