Devlin said through his teeth. With both fists raised, he came at Saber. “Got your trusted dagger somewhere about you, have you? Ready for the sight of more blood at last, are you?” Saber had never thought to hear his best friend speak aloud of secrets they’d shared in private. “I do not need any dagger to squeeze out your life, traitor.” “Stop it! Both of you!” Ella rushed at Saber. She collided with him. “Stop it at once. I cannot bear it.” Saber was helpless to check his forward momentum—or his impact with Ella. Arms flailing, she fell backward—into Devlin’s arms. “I say!” Max didn’t attempt to mask his glee at the proceedings. “Jolly good scuffle. Out of the way, our Ellie.” Hitting Devlin while he held Ella was out of the question. Saber opened and closed his hands in frustration. “Unhand her,” he said, furious with his loss of control.
