What Do You Think

Naomi could hardly believe what had just happened. Was this truly Zylan's world? And the strangest part was that, judging by everything so far, she had likely seen nothing yet.

The man's eyes widened in fear as he saw Zylan's eyes flash.

"P-Pureblood— please— forgive me. I had no id—"

Zylan's calm, low voice cut him off before he could finish.

"I wouldn't mind twisting your neck right here, but… consider today your lucky day. Now leave while I'm still feeling nice," he said in a dangerously low yet firm tone.

Zylan meant every word. If he wanted to, he could end the man right then and there. But he held back. His little, adorable wife was beside him, and the last thing he wanted was for her to see… to see something like that.

Naomi didn't understand why the man's legs were trembling so much. Why was he shaking that badly?

Slowly, the man moved toward the door, whispering, "I… I'm sorry… I had no idea he was… P-Pureblood."