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Drip…
No, it wasn't the follower's blood—rather, it was Aether's. His hand had moved at the last possible instant, blocking the blade before it could claim a life.
Blood welled from the wound, dripping steadily down his arm. His eyes narrowed at Sandra and Sera.
How in the world did this man have a knife?
He hadn't expected this!
Sandra frowned deeply... She hadn't checked for weapons before allowing them entry. She had made a brutal mistake!
Sera's lips twitched, her expression twisted in disbelief. She couldn't accept that she had missed something so important.
Aether drew a shaky breath, controlling himself as his eyes grew even more teary with the sting of betrayal and fear.
"Oh my God! What have I done?! You're bleeding… you're bleeding!" The follower's face went ghostly with horror.
He tore his robe, frantic, wrapping the cloth around Aether's hand, staining it red with fresh blood.
Yet, Aether managed a warm, gentle smile through the pain. "Are you alright?"
