"Try it, and I’ll cut off those hands," a voice growled from behind.
Everyone turned.
Zyair stood there, eyes dark with rage as he glared at Bluey.
Iridessa swallowed hard, color blooming faintly on her cheeks.
"Zyair!!!" Bluey pouted, trying to play coy.
"It’s Your Highness, Bluey. I won’t repeat myself again."
Bluey stiffened and slowly...