Chapter 102
Betrayed by Blood
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air, his gaze fixed firmly on Gerald as the man stood, glaring at Avery.
Gerald glanced at him and smiled, "She ruined my shoes. On purpose, I’m sure of it. The clumsy little wretch just had to spill wine all over them during the Moonlight Festival," he scoffed, motioning to his now ruined footwear. "A simple apology would’ve sufficed, but no, she couldn’t even do that."
He glared down at Avery, a smirk on his face. "Go on then, clean it up. It’s not like you’ve got anything better to do."
Avery’s hands trembled as she moved to comply, but Cain was already taking steps toward her. "Enough!" He snapped. "Get up this minute." He gritted out, stopping her in her tracks.
Avery’s heart skipped a beat as she froze mid-action, her hand hovering over the spilled wine. Her gaze shot up to Cain, meeting his eyes—eyes that were now full of something much darker than usual. She gulped hard, suddenly feeling the thousands of eyes on her.
"I said get up." Cain growled, his hand shooting out and grabbing her up. The entire hall had gone silent now. All of their eyes on the scene unfolding in front of them.
A murmur rippled through the crowd. No one had ever seen Cain interfere like this.
Gerald scoffed quietly, his expression hardening. "What’s this, Cain? She made a mistake and I’m teaching her a lesson." He defended.
Gerald narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. Then he laughed—a short, mocking sound. "What’s this, Cain?" He tilted his head. "Since when do you care what happens to a servant?"
Cain’s jaw ticked. "You were out of line."