Syria’s POV
Kael’s voice trembled with anger as he seized Steven by the collar and shook him repeatedly.
Steven’s fingers dug into his chest, scraping it in agony, yet Kael didn’t stop.
I was regaining my breath.
I could have managed Uncle.
But Kael was quick to act.
He pulled Steven away and threw him to the ground when he didn’t speak.
The impact was powerful and intense. Steven let out a pained grunt as he hit the concrete.
He placed his foot on Steven’s chest. He tried to push Kael’s foot aside, but it remained in place.
“Talk!”
I wanted to take a step closer, to stop him and tell him to let me handle it, but I was too scared to say anything.
Kael isn’t himself anymore.
He looks like a monster, ready to tear everyone apart.
For me.
"Alright! Alright!" Steven finally gasp
