I open my eyes, and instead of the trees in the forest, I see a white ceiling. It takes a few minutes before I notice everything. I sit up straight and groan in pain. My body is aching everywhere, as if I have overused every muscle fiber that I have.
“Good evening, Holly. How are you?” Lemuel asks.
I glare at him and, in a split second; I jump at him. He falls over his chair. I straddle him and I reach for his collar.
“Damn you! How many times will you get killed?!” I shout at his face. “Just this week! How many times can you be so careless?!”
Curses to him! Right now, I’d like to kill him for costing me the Selection. Now, how are we going to save Aicelle?! She’ll—Where’s my gunong? I’d rather kill this i***t.
“Holly, relax,” he says. He touches my shoulder and I groan in pain. “See?
