Could they trust their own eyes?
This young man named Alan was outrageously bold.
Kevin, sent flying by the slap, lay there staring up at the starry sky, his mind short-circuiting, unable to comprehend how he ended up in such a plight.
As soon as Kevin hit the ground, Reed rushed over to help him up, shaking the dazed Kevin.
"Kevin, Kevin! Hang in there!"
Watching all this, Alan rubbed his hand.
The slap, which was more than justified as it came at the provocation of Kevin, was likely to leave more than just a physical mark.
It was a revenge for Clare.
"Kevin is in bad shape, get help!"
Reed cried out with tears in his eyes.
Alan, unfazed, turned around and walked away, holding Clare's hand.
Clare glanced back at Kevin, her expression thoughtful.
Her master had just struck the son of a duke.
...
"Lord Alan."
