Chapter 279: It’s Not A Soulmate Bond
"Who retaliated?" Tobias’s voice broke the silence– not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to make sure he heard right. The Samantha he knew would never hurt a fly, unless the fly had the same initial motive at first hand, but even if he tried to picture the scene that way, Samantha harming four hefty Palace guards at the same time???
Not to downgrade her strength but he found it preposterous to believe.
He concluded Ivan did not believe the guard as well, because the next second, he had grabbed the guard threateningly by his neck, lifting him off the ground while his eyes darkened with an intensity that mirrored the setting sun, revealing a smoldering anger that had the guard battling relentlessly for his life yet again.
His irises had inevitably switched, contracting instantly, and the guards man nearly peed on his pants at the sight of his demon side coming to life.
"What did you say?" It came as a harmless inquiry, but one can sense a suppressed volcano at the brink of eruption. At this point, half of the servants were seriously praying for the ground to open and swallow them whole, because after he dealt with the guard, who would be the next to face his wrath?
"She... left?" He asked again from the guard who was struggling with his legs swinging mid-air. Ivan had lifted him so effortlessly that his display of strength had everyone shrinking back in fear– everyone asides his family. He looked ready to skin the guards man alive for saying such a repulsive thing to his face, but Abdiel’s voice had saved the guard on time.
"What are you doing Ivan?!" He reprimanded his nephew, making him pause, "are you going to kill the only alive witness we have? Get a hold of yourself and drop him. Let him explain what he saw, and then you can decide if it is for the best! Don’t merely act out of anger, you will regret it!" He advised strictly, and he wouldn’t deny that he was also shaken-up by this side of Ivan, it had been a long time since he saw him act out his anger before.
"Regret?"
An arrogant snort escaped Ivan at his uncle’s words, but he released the guard who had escaped death for the second time that day. He turned to the servants who were quick to shift back in terror, and none of them had the bravery to look into his eyes– they dared not.