“Damien—!!!”
Aurora cried desperately.
Her voice trembled as she rushed at Damien.
She wished that everything was just a bad dream, that Veronica didn’t try to attack her, and Damien didn’t shove her aside and take the hit for her.
Yet it was true.
The dagger was still deep in Damien’s flesh.
And the blood was pouring out from his wound, painting his white shirt into red.
Damien held the dagger and swayed on his spot. He had to put all of his weight on Aurora’s shoulder to stop falling.
His face was quickly turning grey.
Everyone in the room was shocked by this sudden turn of event.
Maxie acted first. She pulled over a chair and helped Damien sit down.
Then she examined his wound.
“His blood is changing color!” she said in an urgent voice, “This dagger is poisoned!”
Aurora loo
