I freeze as I watch the expression on his face. If there is such a thing as a face of a killer, Calais is wearing that expression now. It's as if he is venting out his anger and it was Orlin who happens to be around.
"Calais…" I whisper.
I hear the glugging sound from Orlin, and I see the scowl on Calais' face. He is drowning him!
I should be more wary of him. But when I find the strength, I run towards him, towards the water, and finally, approaching him, I grab his arm, which feels like hot steel.
"Calais, stop!" I beg.
He doesn't budge.
"Calais! You are not in a war! Snap out of it!" I glance at Orlin. Despite my loathing for him, my love for Calais takes center-stage.
So, I reach out and grab Calais' wrists in an iron grip. My magic courses through me as warmth begins to spread from my palms into his skin. I lock eyes with him as I raise the heat in an attempt to loosen his grip, for him to realize that I am here with him.
