Syria’s POV
“No!”
But before it could touch the painting, the can suddenly flew into the air like someone had smacked it away. The paint splattered everywhere, all over the floor, and not a single drop landed on my work.
I stood there, frozen.
W-What the hell just happened?
“Are you okay?!”
Someone was standing right in front of me, protecting me.
“K-Kael…Voltemir!”
He stood between me and the woman who’d tried to ruin my painting.
His presence alone made the whole room feel heavier. The woman’s face went pale when she saw him. She stammered, her voice shaking. “W-what a… what a pleasant surprise to see you here, Sir Kael.”
She took a step back. He looked at her, cold and unreadable. Then he raised his hand and pointed straight at her.
“I saw everything,” he said, “You have n
