Frisca’s POV
“Vlade!...” I cried out his name in joy and stepped forward to go closer to him, but Lord Heathcliff stopped me.
“Don’t …!” He caught my hand and warned in a serious tone of voice.
I winced in pain with the way he caught hold of my hand, his grip was tight and strong. I turned and met his eyes that clearly warned me not to move. Vlade heard my voice and raised his head. Facing in our direction, he fixed his eyes on the spot where Lord Heathcliff held me and then shifted his glance on him.
Lord Heathcliff sensed the tension in the air and let go of my hand immediately, but that didn’t end there. As I rubbed my arm I noticed him bringing his hands together as if he were holding something. It was then that I realised that he was planning on using one of his alchemy powers on
