The color drained from his face. His wrist went limp. A look of abject horror began to seep into his eyes as Drystan's anger collapsed in on itself, like a blackhole. Then the fury erupted. His blood began to boil under his skin, and he could barely contain the shaking of his body even before his mind fully interpreted what Chester was saying. Every part of him wanted to thrash the man in front of him, but they were playing a very different game now, and Drystan was this close to the losing side.
"What did you do to her?" he asked, the knuckles of the hand gripping the table turning white from the sheer pressure he was exerting on it. "What did you do?"
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