"What?" Sage asked, holding her breath as she winced in pain.
Blood was pouring from her stomach, but the sight of her father being beheaded in front of her was the most painful.
Cyrus was exhaling heavily, his blue slit gaze fixed on her flashing with silver. "He is not your father." He whispered, took a long step towards her, and snatched her into his arms.
Sage's heart skipped a beat. Her teary eyes were filled with confusion and pain.
What did he mean by that? Her father was not her father? What exactly was going on? She didn't understand anything! Why did her father stab her?
"What are you on about?! You just murdered my father! Let me down now!" Sage screamed angrily and began to struggle from his arms.
Cyrus' gaze was fixed on her face, unblinking as she struggled, but he held her tightly, making sure she didn't fall out of his arms. His gaze hardened as she struggled and cried.
