Hide stood perfectly still at the edge of the plateau, his glowing blue eyes narrowing into absolute, icy slits.
A few dozen yards away, amidst the rocks, the man in the dark red combat trench coat held the grey-haired girl completely suspended in the air. His thick, leather-clad fingers were clamped around her throat.
She kicked frantically, her hands desperately clawing at his unyielding forearm as she was violently choked.
This was the same man who had just ridden a dying dragon to the earth. The dragon killer.
Suddenly, as if sensing Hide's gaze fixed upon his back, the man in the red coat stopped. He didn't release his grip on the girl's neck, but he snapped his head over his shoulder to look directly at the him.
Hide didn't flinch. He didn't look away or lower his posture. He stared right back into the stranger's face, meeting his gaze with a cold, terrifying apathy.
