Lassrin’s Point of View
I gripped the wine glass until it shattered in my hands. I could feel the sting of the cuts I got from the broken glass. My blood mixed with crimson wine I couldn’t even taste. I can’t believe what just happened. It’s too hard to believe that something occurred between Bella and my brother.
“Master, you’re bleeding,” Hugo pointed out and was about to tend to me bug I motioned my hand midair to stop him from coming. “I’m fine. This is nothing,” I told him and even clenched my hand to bleed more. I need to feel pain to somehow diffuse this anger of mine.
Yes, I am angry and I do not even know where does this stems from. I couldn’t point out the exact reason but I have some thoughts in mind that I do not like.
“Master, if you don’t mind me asking, are you mad at Ma
