What is–" She turned to yell at him, but he wasn't standing before her anymore. Alarmed, Eira scanned the room and found him across the space, towering over Matteo with a murderous expression.
Shit.
Eira hurried toward them, her heart pounding. Just as she reached Lyle, he grabbed Matteo by the collar and dragged him forward effortlessly, Matteo's feet skimming the floor.
She stopped at Lyle's side and placed a steadying hand on his arm. "Lyle, stop. You've done enough." Her voice was calm, but the tension in her posture betrayed her unease.
Matteo stood frozen, his gray eyes wide, the crack in his usually composed facade unmistakable. Behind them, Jania rushed in, her expression tight with worry. "Master Aelion!" she called, but her voice was drowned out by Eira's yells.
"Lyle, Lyle? Are you listening? Lyle, stop. You need to stop, they didn't fucking hurt me!"
"Lyle? Lyle, answer me!"
