Betty's POV

Her hand swung at me but the slap never landed. She gasped, her face going pale as she stared blankly at Illya whose hand was clamped tightly around her wrist like a vice. His face was cold as ice.

"I would advise you to mind your manners.." Illya sneered, his gaze filled with a condescending look without the smallest hint of respect in it. Like she was filth he didn't want to bother with. Seeing that look on his ever stoic cold face still made me shudder involuntarily in ...