||Louisa||
I couldn’t move my eyes from the man who just saved me, taking all the harm on him. His wound was spreading rapidly across his arm. A frown appeared on my face. Something wasn’t right about him. Suddenly, a strange sensation appeared in my heart, and my arms reacted on their own. I grasped his hand in mine just when he was about to fall to the ground.
“Careful!” I gasped, realising his limbs grew weaker. With drowsy eyes, he stared at me, murmuring my name, “Louisa.”
He looked different from before. His eyes were darker, while spikes appeared on the back of his hands and along the nape of his neck. He hissed once, showing his slit-tongue. His nose was almost like a dragon’s muzzle. What happened to him?
Dimitrov was right. He needed treatment. I hurried to take him to his
