"Take the girl and go." In a nutshell, Amon made Marcelo shudder even more. Amon's voice wasn't soft or cold, but it had an authority that made Marcelo want to obey.
"Y-Yes!" Marcelo swallowed his pride. He couldn't imagine how crazy this kid was, especially for attacking him in the restaurant. And what made him alert was that the employees were watching and not helping, not even the boy who was Duke Nicolau's son.
'Who the hell is this kid?' Now he began to worry about Amon's status, perhaps more noble than his own.
For fear of having offended someone he shouldn't have, the instant the lightning around him faded, Marcelo wrapped his arms around his dinner partner's waist as if he was carrying a sack of potatoes and ran away at the speed of light.
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