On the stairs is a woman I’ve never seen. Beautiful. Delicate. Long black hair and fair skin. Her smile on me was uncomfortable as she noticed the blood oozing on Yves’ shoulder. I smiled for her, but even it came like a wince. There’s too much blood loss from him!
“I’ll be back here whenever you wish to see me,” Yves said. I blinked. He was grimacing but acting as if he’s not really in pain. If I’m not mistaken, he was having more difficulties leaving me here. I don’t know if I should pity him, or be glad for his affection for me.
We reached the floor of the living room with a quickened pace. Dion was watching us from the second floor. He was about to run after us when the woman stopped him. All that he could do was throw me a glare. The woman whispered something in his ear that earne
