Gabriel slammed a fist into Lysander's jaw.
Hard.
"She's mine," Gabriel growled, his eyes going glacial. "Think about that the next time you open your big mouth."
Standing over Lysander who had fallen and went down, I pushed Gabriel away from Lysander and stretched my arms, blocking him from any future attacks.
Lysander got up and straightened into a crouch while Gabriel bent his legs slightly in a fighting stance, ready for battle.
Since the start, their friendship had been cool and distanced ever since their fight in the hallway.
The two of them seemed like predators circling each other, not quite sure when the other would bite.
I was afraid this will create a long-standing feud between the Heirs.
Their trust with each other had become fragile.
I was afraid it was no longer enough to keep the peace between two Houses.
