Betrayed by Blood
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cain's voice was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the air, his gaze fixed firmly on Gerald as the man stood, glaring at Avery.
Gerald glanced at him and smiled, "She ruined my shoes. On purpose, I'm sure of it. The clumsy little wretch just had to spill wine all over them during the Moonlight Festival," he scoffed, motioning to his now ruined footwear. "A simple apology would've sufficed, but no, she couldn't even do that."
He glared down at Avery, a smirk on his face. "Go on then, clean it up. It's not like you've got anything better to do."
Avery's hands trembled as she moved to comply, but Cain was already taking steps toward her. "Enough!" He snapped. "Get up this minute." He gritted out, stopping her in her tracks.