I looked at him, my heart squeezed painfully. He stood straighter and the sword flew into his hands like he was about to thrust the sword into my chest.
I can see it sharp with clarity in my mind.
He stared at me, "Move out of the way. If you continue to protect her, you will be punished."
My hands clenched on the girl subconsciously and she let out a soft cry. I softened my tone, "My bad."
I turned to Killain who watched with an unreadable expression, "Killain, do you hold the sword to protect people or harm?"
He furrowed his brow, "Of course to protect."
I smiled, "If your sword was to protect people, then why are you hurting a girl who lost her father? The only reason she broke into the sect because she wanted to find her father's body."
I tilted my head. "Why do you still lift your sword?"
