Lucian stared at the silver arrow in the hands of Rafael which had a purple tip. It was the arrow he had thrown on him with his power and if it was not for the intervention of hazel, he would have died.
But did Rafael know that from the start? No. That was not the time to think about it.
He raised his head with a blank expression on his face,
"I did not know what the master was talking about. But I apologize for getting my hands injured, that was why I was not able to help later." Lucian raised his hands which had a deep cut on his palm. The blood had dried but it was clear that he could not hold the sword with such a deep flesh wound.
His eyes closed as he recalled how he had picked up another arrow and pierced his palm when Hazel was helping Rafael.
He had thought Hazel would come to him later and ask about his negligence so he wanted to make sure that she did not lose his trust over him.
