"As always" Yeoman murmured, shaking his head. There's no way he could figure out Darrien's obsession with consuming small energy and power on killing a Megen—a weakling creature. He faced the little boy, slumped in the corner with his eyes fixated on the woman. He knew what would happen next. Darrien would plunge the dagger on the woman's heart. And at his speed, it will prod to the woman's back. While the other three will thrust at other body parts.
Charles noticed a movement in his side. He slowly glanced to his right and saw Yeoman. He slid backward.
"Please—" he paused.
"You're my brave boy, always remember that" her mom's voice echoed in his ears.
"Why are you here in our coven?!" he shouted, finding new courage. Boys don't plead. And he was a son of two notable Seers. He will not plead to any bad man.
"LET MISS LADY GO!" He suppressed his shaking.