Chapter eighty four: A mage
“Oh, interesting.” Alina looked at the man who have told those words. Her eyes were terrified and shocked soon as the thought of almost being dead has registered to her. Warm hands wrapped around her body—wrapped, as if being protected, as if she was feared that she will die, as if the man that is holding her would never want to let go of her . . . anymore. “Silver,” she whispered. Silver looked at her. She was expecting a warm, concerned look from him. A look that would then be followed with, “are you okay?” But a chill in spine had ran through her as she saw him and his eyes. His blank stares. His blank, piercing gaze that looked as if her soul was being watched too. “Silver, are you okay?” she asked. But she doubt he heard it. Or if he was paying attention through it. “Th
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