The words that came out of Michael's mouth sounded unearthly. It sent a chill running through Claire's spine. A wave of fear hit the core of the armored soldiers. Unconsciously they took a step back.
Michael was on the verge of going berserk on them. Every being in his body wanted to slaughter them mercilessly.
"Did you hurt…my Jane?" Baron Totonk grumbled.
"You know what?" Michael was tired of people accusing him with no evidence. Although he ordered Gaya to kill Jane, there was no evidence that tied the murder to him. He knew even if he hadn't done anything to Jane, these people would have accused him anyway.
Everyone stared at Michael's face to see what he was going to tell,
He took a few steps forward as Claire's heartbeat continued to rise,
"I…don't…give…a" He breathed between every word. He was battling with himself to block the thrust for chaos.
