We reached Ace's mansion and as soon as I entered I immediately changed into comfier clothes.
I decided to head downstairs to see how he was doing; After all, he did ruin his 'reputation'.
As I entered the kitchen, I couldn't tell what he was feeling, he was unbelievably hard to read.
"I need to clean your cut," he muttered whilst he rubbed his forehead stressfully. I followed him into the kitchen, silenced by shock. I couldn't believe that he hadn't killed me.
"Sit on the counter," He mumbled as he grabbed the first aid kit. He placed it next to me as he stared at the cut on my neck.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I finally gathered the courage to ask, not able to resist any longer.
"My father took it too far this year," Ace snapped as he poured alcohol onto a cotton ball.
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