39 – Breaking Fate
Arawn Rhys was still unconscious when I entered the room. Unlike Agatha’s, her brother’s room was painted blue, posters of rock bands and anime hung on the wall. I locked the door as soon as I stepped inside. What happened that the man I thought infallible was now unconscious? From what I could see, there was no bleeding, no bruises present in his body. Carefully sitting at the edge, I pulled down the navy blanket, seeing what Agatha meant by ‘badly hurt’. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes for a moment, taking a lungful of air. Looking at him again, I noted his fair skin, the dark color of the blanket emphasizing his paleness. He looked soft when asleep, his jawline sharp, his nose a bit crooked. The slow rise of his chest assured me he was still breathing and alive, but I didn’t kno
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