"Move." A dangerous red light glowed at Su An'an's fingertips, her voice as cold as ice.
Instead of backing down, Nicola defiantly tilted her chin up.
"What? You want to start something?"
Just as the tension between them reached a breaking point, the large door behind them was suddenly pushed open.
A slender figure, silhouetted against the light, slowly approached.
Seville's long, silver-purple hair fluttered in the breeze, and the damaged white feathers of his right wing were starkly visible in the sunlight.
His amber eyes coldly scanned them both before his thin lips parted to utter a single command. "Get out."
It was a simple command, yet it sent a tremor through Su An'an's heart.
She had never heard anyone speak with such cold, merciless finality.
Nicola, however, looked as if she'd just received a royal decree, smugly raising an eyebrow at Su An'an.
"Did you hear that? Seville told you to..."
"That includes you."
