"STOP!" V broke free from Ares' embrace, pushing him away and standing tough, blocking Castiel's maddened sword, ready to strike Ares.
Castiel stopped just in time; if he had been a moment later, Hoarfrost might have pierced Vienna's heart. Castiel was astonished, the sword with its sharp, glittering tip thirsting for blood, targeting Ares' heart.
Castiel stared at Vienna with disbelief. How could Vienna willingly block Castiel's strike to protect Ares? "What are you doing, Vienna? Move, don't block me!"
"You can't do this, Marquess Granville." V stated expressionlessly. Her usually bright eyes are now devoid of emotion. "Didn't I explain the situation to you earlier? Why are you so stubborn and unwilling to listen?"
"As what you're doing is wrong!" Castiel hissed, his sword loosening and trembling. "It's not too late; you can still come with me. You'll suffer in this palace. I'll make you happier!"