Delphine was panicking. Her hand tightened around the dagger and she pressed it closer to Tempris's throat. "Don't move! Stay back or I will move my hand!"
Jax started walking toward her. His footsteps were deliberate. Unhurried. "If my approaching footsteps are the only thing giving you the motivation to finally act..."
He saw Tempris twitch at the sharpness of his tone. So he lowered it to barely above a whisper. "...then as your professor, it is my absolute duty to help my student succeed. Go on, Delphine. Cut."
Delphine ground her teeth in frustration. Her knuckles were white around the handle but the blade wouldn't move. Her heart was staging a full rebellion against her brain.
So instead of putting her frustration on the child, she redirected it entirely. She charged at Jax.
