"Cywen, why are you here?" Lilith asked.
"How long were you planning to keep holding hands?" Cywen asked, his voice low and menacing as he approached them. He grabbed Lilith's hand and pulled it away from Job.
The aura of an orc in full force was a tangible feeling of murderous intent and sharp coldness. It was like the killing intent of a gun pointed at one.
"Cywen!" Lilith hissed, gripping the armrests of her wheelchair, her voice low and strained.
Cywen's eyes narrowed. She dared to yell at him, for this human. An uncontrollable bitterness and anger began to rise in his heart.
"Are you crazy?" Lilith asked, her head bowed as she struggled to resist the natural pressure that came with being an orc. She had been too careless, too caught up in Cywen's recent cooperation to rememb
