Third Person's POV
"...She will be nothing more than a slave under his control! Not even fit to be his maid!!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the air around him grew impossibly cold.
Ethan's eyes darkened as an unnatural chill spread from his very being. His grip shifted from the man's collar to his throat and his fingers tightened ever so slowly.
The middle-aged retainer's eyes bulged. Only gurgling noises escaped his bloodied mouth as he clawed at Ethan's hand with desperation overtaking him.
Virelle who was standing just a few steps away, shook her head. She made no move to intervene. Instead, she thought to herself,
This idiot shouldn't have tried to threaten him under that fool's name.
The silence stretched between them as Ethan maintained his grip and his eyes reflected nothing but pure and unyielding menace.