Liam didn't flinch. His gaze met Sheila's, steady and unyielding, as if the deadly shards of ice poised to pierce his neck were mere annoyances. His stoic demeanor only fueled Sheila's irritation.
"You should calm down, Princess," he said calmly, his voice low but firm. "I'm just a normal student just like you, and if you are wary of me, then you are just wasting your precious energy."
Sheila's grip faltered, her ice shards trembling slightly as uncertainty crept into her mind. His tone wasn't defensive, nor did it carry any malice. It was... resolute. Unapologetic.
"Better start speaking sense before I cut you head off. " Sheila snapped, though there was a crack in her voice.
Mystica clapped her hands once, breaking the rising tension. "All right, that's enough theatrics," she said, stepping forward.
