Peony had told Byron that the beauties were at war, some trying to eliminate each other to absorb their powers. He couldn't just believe he was going to be a victim of this war.
Well, what was he going to do about it? Tsundria had already flipped her griffin in an attempt to send him plummeting into the nothingness below. He had nothing else to do except fighting for his life.
'I didn't come here to die!'
Byron held onto her slim waist as if his hands had a super glue to them, intertwining his fingers to make sure his arms would remain wrapped around her body.
"Can't we talk about this?" he tried to reason with her but the beauty had already made up her mind. To her, he was someone working under her enemy, Skylark.
She had to remove him.
"There's no talking about it. Tell me if it's Skylark or what."
"Or what? What if it's not Skylark? Are you going to stop your stupid attempts to kill me before even hearing my side of story?"
