Pain shoots through me, groans escaping my trembling lips as I try to budge.
Then,...
My memory trips me back to when I fell from the dangerous waterfall, before plunging into the raging river.
After all those, thank goodness I’m still alive. It seems like Victor is right: the God of Death is still refusing to claim me.
When I open my eyes, I jolt in shock.
Lancelot is lying beside me, soaked and unconscious.
B-But, he didn’t fall.
Did he… jump to save me?
Hesitantly, I tuck some strands of his bangs away from his handsome face.
Then,...
I jolt back again when he suddenly flutters his eyes open.
“Are you unhurt?” he asks weakly.
I nod. I wanna thank him, but my pride restrains the words from getting out of my lips.
“Victor is probably dead by now. Though indirectly killing
