NOVA
"He doesn't look okay. What's wrong with him?" Mina asks as she stares at Rhydar, who's curled on the couch with a blanket haphazardly thrown over his body. Courtesy of me.
I'm trying really hard not to strangle him. Especially in front of Mina. He compels me and then gets sick? Manipulative bastard at his peak. Now, I'm supposed to do what? Take care of him?!
Ugh! I want to scream.
'He took care of us until his body gave out, Nova,' Summer tells me, and I bare my teeth, pissed by the fact that my heartbeat instantly falters.
"Don't just stand there, Nova. Do something. He isn't breathing right," Mina says, awkwardly brushing his hair away from his damp forehead.
Judging from how fast her heart is beating and the way her ears have turned red, I am a hundred percent sure that she
