Liam frowned, the psychotic gleam in his abyssal eyes sharpening to a razor's edge. He did not appreciate the way this Third Calamity whelp spoke to him, nor the lazy, knowing gaze that looked through him like he was already broken.
"Correct," Liam said, voice silk over shattered glass as he gestured lazily toward Katherine.
"Apparently, you've laid your hands on a woman who was going to be my future wife."
Katherine's face twisted in immediate disgust, fear of Liam's reputation warring with her pride. She stepped forward, blonde hair whipping.
"Ridiculous! I was never meant to be anything to you, Second Prince."
The room fell deathly silent, the crimson torches seeming to dim.
Ash's face warped into a slow, beautiful smile.
"Well… you heard the lady~"
Liam's aura exploded.
HUMMMM!
