That man died, yet in the pool of blood, Easton held Emma tight, his face twisted with pain and fear, overlapping with the boy who once shielded me as he cried, “Emma, don’t scare me, don’t scare me…”
After the fight, my body was battered and weak, and standing was only me forcing myself, but he never once saw the wounds that covered me. I stared at him and Emma, and to my surprise, my heart no longer stirred.
Then a sudden pain struck the back of my neck, and I fell at once, and before my eyes closed, I saw the hatred burning in Easton’s gaze, sending a chill through my heart.
When I woke, I was already in my own room, but unlike before, the door was locked, and when I saw the man bringing food, I let out a cold laugh.
I did not even know when it began, but all of my people had already become Easton’s men.
“Tisha, these are the dishes you like. If it is not enough, I…” This was a man I had once promoted myself to.
I looked at him coldly and asked, “Is that woman dead?”
He froze, and after a long pause, he forced the words out, “No. Easton brought in top doctors to treat her.”