MALACHAI'S POV.
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The meeting he had with Felix flashed through his mind, and the rage he thought had subsided a bit came up to the surface with renewed vigour.
"Where is my wife!? Where is she!?" He rushed to the man, holding him by the neck, ready to snap it and feed it to the dogs. How dare he take her and chain her up like an animal!? They were the animals? They were the useless people with no sense or intelligence.
Felix clawed at Malachai's wrists, gagging and choking on his spit like the disgusting pig he was. He would kill him. He would kill all of them and be done with all this bother.
The human guard tried to shoot at him, but he put up a forcefield, not like their bullets could do anything to him. Iron or otherwise
"Stop!" From the corner of his eyes, he saw Angela at the entrace of the door. "If you don't stop and kill him, your wife will die at our hands, and it won't be a pretty death, your grace." He paused, still holding her husband in the air, legs dangling.
