He raised it again, deliberately, until the tip hovered just in front of her trembling form.
The lightning that danced along the blade pulsed violently, sending arcs of blue-white energy lancing through the damp air, hissing sharply as it struck the air around her.
"I asked you a question… didn't I?" His voice was calm, smooth, yet sharp—like a blade drawn from its sheath.
The crackling electricity only made his words even more terrifying.
Lindsey shivered violently, her small frame trembling under the oppressive presence that emanated from him.
Her knees threatened to buckle, and yet she forced herself to remain upright, her hands fiddling nervously as if the motion could somehow steady her racing heart.
Her lips parted, voice fragile, hoarse:
"I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… attack you… or your family… for that matter…"
Each word trembled like a fragile glass, barely holding together under the weight of fear.
