Chapter 43

Everything is still

Lilian.

Oliver and I knelt over Daemon whose face was white with blood dripping from his side. His eyes were closed, and his pink soft lips were now pale and white.

“W-wh-what should we do?” I stuttered to Oliver, looking down at my palms and ashamed of myself.

I was the cause of this! If only I had listened to Daemon, maybe this wouldn't have happened to him. We could still hear thundering footsteps and shouts from outside the room. Heavy-booted legs were heading our way, and my palms were increasingly getting sweaty and my heart pounding in fear.

What was Kieran playing at? He...