The moment Celestia caught sight of Jareth's twisted, devil-like expression, her heart dropped without warning. His eyes alone-cold, burning with rage-were enough to make anyone's blood run cold.
That glare of his could probably freeze you solid. Panicking, worried something terrible was going to go down again, she whipped her head toward Dexter, who was shielding her.
"Let's just leave."
She had just turned to take Dexter away when Jareth's icy voice cut through the air.
"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here."
The second Celestia ignored him, something in Jareth snapped. His already cold eyes turned furious-like he was seeing red. Without hesitation, he shoved her out of his way and swung a punch straight at Dexter.
The sudden violence was too fast even
