Seeing Sigil gearing up, Theron actually looked away, his gaze shifting to a dangerous feeling that he was getting not from the man across from him, but instead from another gaze entirely.
Dean Thistle was still locked in battle with General Pennel, but it could be said that over half of his attention was on Theron now. The Marquis might have wanted his son to become the heir, but he didn't want his nephews to die. Such a thing would break apart the family.
Theron's cold, indifferent expression suddenly became a smile. It was a gentle smile, and yet it was the sort of smile that made the Dean shiver from head to toe.
He caught himself at the last moment, wondering why it was he was so scared. But the truth came to light as Theron sheathed his short sword as well, his movements calm as though he didn't care much for Sigil standing across from him at all.
And that was because he didn't. Not even the slightest bit.
