••• Nathaniel •••

“Ahh!”

“Have your hands become soft, Amanda?”

The sound of my whistle echoed in the basement as I twirled my knife around my fingers with an expressionless gaze, glaring at the guy who pointed his gun at Prince.

If it wasn’t for Cinzel, I would have killed Prince with my very hands.

Just like our Mother, she is utterly devoted to her husband, ready to break the rhythm of this world for him.

“You said not to kill him.” She frowned, tracing the knife from his shoulder to his hand.

“Her love is my only reason to help them out or else I would have ended his...