Seeing the man stood the door, a dagger appeared in my hand mid-movement as I launched myself toward him.
Master's sturdy grip on my wrist was all that was stopping the blade from pressing into Lex's exposed throat. His adam's apple bobbed as he looked at us both with an excited gaze.
"Lex," I struggled to maintain my anger and follow Master's obvious intent for me to draw back.
Six years Lex had been gone from my peaceful life. Leaving only the festering anger from Katsuki's memories.
My eyes adjusted to the dark room, where the only sources of light were the candlelight spilling out of the open ensuite.
Lex was alone, there were only us three here. Master had only focused on covering me, he was still in an undressed state, only focusing on trying to pacify the influx of my emotions.
