Alone in the dim-lit cell, the no longer bored Cassian rose to his feet, taking a measured step towards the guard in front of him. Their height difference already said a lot, and Cassian looked down at the little guard who took a safe step back away from him, still refusing to look into those dominant Amber-brown eyes of his that gleamed with a natural light.
The air in the cell instantly switched, and the tension that was amiss gradually enveloped the corners of the cell.
Madeline retreated back when he took a dominant step towards her. Despite her attempt to keep some space between them, the young lad was more hell-bent on closing the gap between them, and Madeline, misinterpreting his actions as a way of wanting to bully her, immediately drew out her sword, and it worked magic as Cassian stopped in his movement.
