Of course, Elena rose from the bed like a puppy who had just seen its owner after a long time. She smiled widely, ready to run towards Killian but was stopped when a pair of strong arms held her wrist. She frowned, her face turning dark as she turned around to see Xavier holding her wrist firmly. She looked up at him and was about to scold him, but the darkness in his eyes shut her up. He wasn't even staring at her as his gaze was fixed on Killian but his gaze burned her.
King Killian was staring at him too, with the same dark intensity—his eyes cold and unyielding, mirroring a silent threat, as if every breath they took was a countdown to violence neither of them could walk away from. "BACK. OFF." He uttered darkly as he stepped closer and grabbed Elena's other hand.
