Axel's cold voice, together with the ruthless order, sent Dorian's heart flying to his mouth. He turned his head sharply to gape at the prince, wide-eyed.
In no time, doctor Abel's hand grabbed the back of Dorian's shirt and he began to drag the latter away.
"No! wait!" Dorian shouted, struggling weakly against the strong pull on him, but Axel paid him no attention. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the middle-aged human who was giving him complicated looks. Axel couldn't tell if the man was angry, sad, or even scared, and it intrigued him.
"I know him! I'll tell you who he is!" Dorian screamed with all the strength he could muster when Abel was about to drag him out of the door.
"Why can't people cooperate until Violence is involved?" Axel muttered, then sighed. "Bring him back, Abel," Axel ordered and the doctor pushed Dorian back into the room, forcing him to kneel in the same spot he did before.
