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Flames danced in Julian’s eyes, reflecting a crazed fanaticism.
His legs had been reattached, but he still couldn’t stand steadily, relying on crutches.
I rushed forward a few steps, pulled out my small knife, and pressed it against his neck, forcing myself to remain calm.
“This is your so-called revenge? Letting all those innocent beast-men of the Blackwood family die with them?
“Make them stop. Otherwise, I’ll kill you right now.”
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Julian shook his head, indifferent.
“Impossible. A riot of this scale, once it starts, can’t be stopped.”
“Then you can die right now.”
I was about to make my move when I heard a familiar voice.
A terrible premonition struck me, my heart pounding wildly.
This morning, Caleb had gone out with Mr. Davies to buy things.
And now, Mr. Davies grabbed me, tears streaming down his aged face.
“Miss Anya, young Caleb is still inside! He heard someone say you were in a meeting at the Blackwood estate and immediately rushed into the fire…”
