Chapter 257: Equal
Cassian's hand was about to meet Aevyra's outstretched palm.
Only a few centimeters remained before the contract would be complete. Aevyra was beginning to smile, certain she would finally get what she wanted, when hot blood splashed across her hand and face.
Her smile froze.
Her eyes widened in shock as the severed hand struck the edge of the table and fell onto the grass.
Cassian had cut off his own hand.
His left hand was still beside his right wrist. There was no pain or anger on his face. Only calm, and growing contempt in his red eyes.
"Equal?"
The change in his voice made Aevyra look back up at his face.
The aura radiating from Cassian's body grew denser. The grass at his feet was crushed and withered. The wooden table cracked and splintered, and the legs of his chair sank into the earth.
The skin on either side of his forehead grew taut.
