“You’re alright?”
Though afraid and still shaking, the newly-awakened Rozelyn approached Cyrill. She asked him if he is alright, despite the fact that the lack of color and paleness in his face is vividly visible.
Romaine was nowhere to be found. So, the four of them went to Avril’s recreational vehicle, parked just outside the iron gates of the Mullin’s estate.
Cyrill fainted after eating the poor beagle, as if the spell cast within him had already dissipated.
Luckily, Avril lent him his boxer shorts and plain white shirt since Cyrill’s clothes had been drenched in blood and filth.
“Are you okay?” Rozelyn asked again.
“Uh-uhm yeah…I’m o-okay,” he replied blandly. His tone did emphasize that he was still proc
