"Let go of her, Bug. I don't want to stain my hands with your filthy blood," Aden said.
"Oh really? But I don't think I will," Auston replied with a smirk, positioning himself protectively in front of Camella like a human shield. His casual defiance was clearly getting under Auston's skin.
"Heh, you really just have to test my patience, don't you?" Aden's grip tightened on his spear until his knuckles went white. The golden energy around the weapon pulsed with his rising anger.
"You really can't control yourself, can you?"
A young man with distinctive green hair and matching emerald eyes stepped forward, his arms folded across his chest. His voice carried the kind of cold disdain usually reserved for particularly unpleasant insects. Behind wire-rimmed glasses, his gaze fixed on Auston with laser-like intensity.
