Dexter forgot to breathe and burst out coughing after receiving a hard glare from Cyrus.
He turned away, wanting to flee.
"Feel free, my dear parrot," Cyrus said to Sage, who nodded, inhaled, and a raging flaming whip appeared in her hand, reaching up and slashing Dexter's back hard.
Sage's eyes welled up with tears as Dexter yelled in pain and fell to the ground.
It wasn't enough for her, so she whipped him again and again, tearing his back skin and closing her eyes, allowing tears to fall down her cheeks.
Cyrus locked his gaze on Sage, his eyes unblinking. He could feel his heart thumping slowly and frowned deeply because this was unusual for him. What was going on? Was he moved by her tears or by the pain she was experiencing? He was aware that painful memories would be replaying in her mind.
His lips parted, and the next thing he knew, he was wiping her tears away with his fingers.
