Kyran was furious at Calidora.
At such a critical moment, she kept being stubborn even though her and her baby's lives were on the line.
In the face of a tenth-rank realm power, she should've understood immediately that her only option was to abandon the castle for good—and run to safety. Her pride doesn't allow her to flee, but at least she'd do it for her child.
But she didn't.
She was hell-bent on staying in the bed chamber, believing that Rex would protect her no matter what.
Even when Rex was in another realm, she still believed he would somehow come to her rescue.
Moron.
Kyran had been certain the baby was draining too much blood from her, impairing her ability to think clearly. Anyone else would've agreed without hesitation. But now, staring up at the figure before him, a quiet, unwelcome thought crept in.
Perhaps he was the idiot one.
Rex stood at the gaping hole in the wall with his back squared, spreading the feeling of safety.
