Ishakan X Leah

Chapter 63-66

Chapter 63. Unquenchable Thirst for Power (1)

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Blain was still sitting upright at the table, using the lifeless luncheon, as an excuse to make Leah stay. “I said don’t go, Leah.”

However, Leah did not reply to him.

Unable to endure her lack of response, Blain kicked his seat. His eyebrow twitched; it was clear that he was furious at Leah. Great bitterness swept across his face, as her disobedience caused unstoppable rage to surge through Blain. The always compliant Leah, had dared to defy him. His fist balled up and he slammed the table, clattering the plates as he tried to intimidate her into staying.

However, it was already too late. Leah’s hand was already extended towards Ishakan. As soon as her fingers touched his, Ishakan immediately entwined them. His grip was so powerful, that even she was astonished. Ishakan grabbed her hand, his grip was stable and assuring, and pulled her to his chest.

In the blink of an eye, with a few powerful strides, they had left the table of the luncheon and the garden.

Blain, still wrapped in his wrath, tried to chase after them. However, his hand which had tried to steal Leah back, missed by mere inches, before Ishakan had whisked her away. Nothing but hollow, cold air met his skin.

“…”

Releasing his grip on the air, Blain brought his fist down, and clenched so hard, his nails dug into his skin and pierced his flesh. However, he ignored the pain. It was nothing, compared to the feelings of turmoil and rage that consumed him in that moment. For a minute, his eyes grazed over the empty spot that Leah had sat, moments before. His icy blue eyes trembled intensely, directing all his hostility towards Ishakan, at the chair.

It was his last chance. As Ishakan dragged Leah out of the garden, Blain reacted and shouted at the knights who stood guard at the luncheon entrance to stop them. However, it was too late.

Coupled with how long his legs were, the distance they covered with their speed increased, and soon, the garden where the luncheon was held, was nowhere in sight.

In front of the maze of the palace, they stopped in a corridor lined with marble pillars.

The sons and daughters of nobles who were playing nearby, noticed the intense figure of Ishakan dragging Leah, and realizing that they were figures of importance, quickly dispersed like ants doused with water.

Their surroundings immediately became silent. Even a pin dropping would be audible.

Ishakan looked down at Leah and breathed out, finally releasing his grip on her wrist.

The moment his hot hand let go, Leah hid her hand behind her dress, however, Ishakan noticed her action and instantly drew it to him again.

His hand had left reddish marks on her white, slender wrist. Even though Ishakan had tried to grip her gently, Leah’s skin was so pale and fragile that the grasp Ishakan had thought was light, had handprints on her skin. She was truly made of glass.

“Why…!”

Caught in the middle of surprise, Ishakan stopped his words as his voice rose sharply. He brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes, as mixed emotions ran through him. A loud sigh left his mouth and he disheartenedly murmured.