Chapter 1220

With a thud, Callum’s cane hit the ground, and without its support, his body pitched forward, bringing him to his knees.

His wrist was gripped in Lysander’s vice-like hand, the pain of his bones threatening to snap slithering into his heart like a venomous snake.

Grimacing through the pain, the muscles in his cheeks taut with the effort to endure, Callum’s usually gentle eyes now sparkled with defiance and a hint of mirth as he looked up at Lysander and said, “That insecure, huh? Even if you snuff me out, you think you’ll find peace of mind?”

Lysander saw the mockery on Callum’s face, and something within him stirred. His voice was cold and ominous, cutting through the air, “And what if I do?”

He tightened his grasp.

A sickening “crack” echoed as Callum’s wrist bone fractured.

“Ugh!” Callum stifled a groan, managing not to scream out loud.

beading on his forehead as he knelt by the

stood like a statue of icy intent, his aura oppressive,

wrist, his grip did not relent,

hand in an attempt

and piercing as the edge

let him go. If you

gaze turned towards her, its icy edge momentarily startling her

should be talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice was a stark reminder, his chilling presence sending shivers down her

desperate to change the

done nothing to deserve this. He shouldn’t be caught up in

Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg,

she didn’t do something, she would only cause Callum more harm.

face, cupping his cheeks, and

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