ELENA's POV:
Seeing Oswin's bloodshot eyes, my fear increased tenfold. I knew he wasn't the all-talk type. I had witnessed it firsthand in the alley. If I hadn't intervened, a murder case would have appeared on the news.
And it seemed a similar case was about to happen again.
"Don't," I said, grabbing his wrist tightly and refusing to let go despite the pain in my hand was killing me.
"Let me go, servant. I'll deal with those scums. How dare they hurt you?" Oswin commanded, demanding me to let him go.
"No." I tightened the grip and shook my head vigorously. I knew he could break free easily from my grasp, but he didn't do it. Maybe he was afraid the force would hurt me? "Don't do it, Oswin. I'm okay," I said, trying to calm him down.
"How come you are okay? Look at your bloo
