"Ah..."

Cecelia groaned and felt a splitting headache. The pain swept through her like a wild vine.

Cecelia opened her eyes and saw Nathan standing in front of her.

Nathan looked at Cecelia, his face livered as if he were surveying a prisoner.

Cecelia frowned, and before she could ask, Nathan yelled at her head.

"Cecelia Warton, do you think you're not afraid to die because you’re from the Warton and your blood has the healing power, don’t you? You used your body to help a total stranger... No, the enemy. Helping an enemy block my attack? If I hadn't been quick enough..."

"Ah!"

Cecelia screamed, interrupting Nathan. Nathan took...