Duke Kleo immediately dashed towards Lyra, as if breaking his resolve. Wasn't he adamant that he wouldn't care about her anymore? However, when he heard a scream from inside her room, his reflexes couldn't lie to himself.
His strong hands pushed open her bedroom door as if going to break it down and shatter it into tiny pieces. His gaze that had turned violent as usual was even more severe, making the maids in the corner of the room even more frightened.
"Why did you guys just stand by and not save her?" he asked, roaring like a hungry wild wolf. Both hands had lifted Lyra's body, which lay on the damp room floor in a strange position, legs bent unnaturally as if broken bones.
His breath hunting with heavy footsteps managed to lay her on the warm and soft bed. "Call the royal healer now!" he ordered without turning his head in the slightest.
