"TIÉX&IS KáveL," — what have you done?
He growled in anger.
Lucian glanced at Lysander for a split second before sipping his coffee as if nothing was happening.
"I already told..."
"Anna stay out of this." The anger in Lysander's eyes made her unconscious lot step back.
She looked at Morg and Alaric's questioning gaze and shrugged, silently pleading with them with her eyes to intervene.
"Άφησε το ποτήρι και δώσε μου μια απάντηση" — Drop the cup and give me an answer.
Lysander yelled but Lucian remained unfazed.
Mia walked over to Lysander and placed an arm on his shoulder. Immediately her skin made contact to his skin, he turned out, grasping her wrist tightly.
Mia looked at him in fear, fear of the anger that was evident in his eyes.
"You…you are hurting me," Mia winced, from pain and the intensity of his emotions.
