Veyra had finally seen enough. He stepped forward and grabbed Sylas by the shoulder and shoved him to the side without hesitating at all.
"That's enough," he said coldly as he stood right in front of Celeste, his gaze fixed on Sylas, his tone carrying a clear warning.
Sylas staggered half a step backward from the shove, though he showed no sign of anger. He merely lowered his gaze to glance at his shoulder before slowly lifting his eyes again. His gaze shifted by Veyra and rested on Celeste, which she quickly looked away.
"Enough?" Sylas' lips curled into a faint smile, his tone carrying a hint of casual provocation. "What's got you so worked up? It's not as if I'm gonna do anything to her~"
"You'd better keep those words in mind. Don't push your luck," Veyra did not back down and met his gaze with a cold, steady stare.
Their eyes locked in the air between them; neither was the first to look away.
