"Are you okay?" I'm worried about that question. But then he didn't answer because I looked at Blaise, who let out a curse.
"Damn it, Arya, what the hell!" he shouted, and he was so angry that his face turned red. He's blazing in anger, like his name.
"Get away from me. Don't make him angry anymore than he already is, Arya. I am alright, just let me go. I can manage," the captain whispered to me. I looked at him as if he were silently convincing me so that the trouble wouldn't get worse. Yet I can't just leave him alone.
Blaise punched him because of me. He defended me, which he didn't have to do. He just said then that he wouldn't risk the team for my sake no matter what happened, but here he is. He made it appear that he was the bad one.
"Stay away from him if you don't want anyone else to get hurt, Arya. I am warning you," Blaise said firmly.
