MIRA
I manage to break the kiss and step away quickly, meeting Tristan’s frustrated gaze. But the next moment dark smoke surrounds him and concentrating on his neck lifts him up in the air. Smoke? Since when Derrien’s magic looks like that?
“Derrien, please”, I run-up to the gerdian, “This was completely coincidental… he…”
“Coincidental?”, the dark lord grits through his teeth, not even bothering to look at me, “He confesses to you and then forces a kiss on you and you say it’s a coincidence?!”
“Gods, Derrien, it doesn’t matter! Please, don’t kill him!”, I beg, standing in front of him, pressing my arms into his chest.
“You care about him?!”, he says in disbelief, his eyes full of dark magic. A chill goes down my spine. I’ve never seen him like this!
“I know him for most
