Chapter 43
Everything is still
Lilian.
Oliver and I knelt over Daemon whose face was white with blood dripping from his side. His eyes were closed, and his pink soft lips were now pale and white.
“W-wh-what should we do?” I stuttered to Oliver, looking down at my palms and ashamed of myself.
I was the cause of this! If only I had listened to Daemon, maybe this wouldn't have happened to him. We could still hear thundering footsteps and shouts from outside the room. Heavy-booted legs were heading our way, and my palms were increasingly getting sweaty and my heart pounding in fear.
What was Kieran playing at? He had already gotten the journals. Why was he doing this? What exactly was his aim? I began pondering if we would actually make it out alive, or if he just wanted to capture us an
