Ezra
Allen snapped his fingers.
The rope around my neck disappeared instantly.
For a second, it felt like I was hallucinating. Yes. It had to be. All those days I didn't eat or sleep properly have finally caught up with me. That's what this is. There's no way Allen is trying to save me. I'm just seeing things.
In the thickness of the moment, Xenon stood up so fast his royal chair scraped hard against the stone.
"What are you doing, Allen?" he snapped. "He deserves punishment for what he did to you."
Allen didn't even look at him at first.
Then he said, calmly, "I appreciate your dedication. Truly. But I believe the omega should be set free."
The arena went quiet.
Allen walked down from the raised platform with such an immaculate aura, if I wasn't two seconds away from my death, this scene would enter my top ten Allen-being-sexy moments and it wouldn't even be number two on the list. He walked with such authority like nothing in that place could touch him.
