Chapter 628: The Kind of Anger That Demands Blood but Learns to Wait
Lysander didn't waste time.
He stepped out just as Brynhild's presence faded down the corridor, his pace quick.
"Brynhild," he called out.
He reached her in seconds, his hand closing gently but firmly around hers.
"Calm down, love," he said.
She stilled at his touch, but only for a moment.
"How do you expect me to be calm?" her voice came out low, tight, like something barely held together. "Did you hear her, Lysander? Did you hear that?"
Her fingers tightened around his.
"That wasn't just pain," she continued, her brows drawing together. "That was… something else. Something deeper. Something that should never exist in anyone at all."
Lysander didn't interrupt her.
He let her speak.
