Time seemed to have stopped. Diana's rapid breathing was the only sound in the suffocating silence.
She had closed her eyes when she saw he was going to punch her, but no matter how long she waited for the blow, it never came.
She thought maybe it was because she was nervous, and seconds now seemed to be like minutes.
She was scared to open her eyes, but the more she waited, the more suffocating and scary it became.
She slowly pried her eyes open, her breath hitched. His blow was just hovering a few inches away from her face.
Lucian's head turned slowly to see who dared hold him back. When his gaze landed on the person, a relief crossed his face, but it didn't soften.
"Dimitri," he called out sternly, as if he were reprimanding a subordinate.
"Lucian, let go of her," Dimitri struggled to hold him back.
'Lucian? Who is that?' Lucian thought to himself.
"When did you start telling me what to do?" His voice was so calm, but the aura spilling from him made the temperature drop.
