My hand clasped at my wrist to get my whip when I noticed that King Luke’s focus wasn’t even directed at me. Instead, he pushed me to the side and hissed in pain. When I looked back, I saw that the liquid that was boiling over an alcohol lamp fell down and spilled over his arms.

Then it dawned on me that I must have knocked the breaker down when I hit the table. And King Luke pushed me so that I wouldn’t get burned.

With a pained look, my uncle winced while forcing a smile as he looked at me. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“King Luke!” I gasped...