Mark felt guilty for what had happened to the Prince. He thought that what Lashuka had done to him can kill these emotions but it could not. He hit the clock that was making tik-tok noises. It was scratching his nerves like sharp claws.
The scene was recounted in front of his eyes, that Sila boy almost killed the prince because of him, if he was a bit more conscious to slow down the time then he could shove those blades away and save himself. But all he was thinking about was avenge.
The door groaned but he ignored it. In the reflection of the mirror, he could see Maria approaching her. But it wasn't only that, her beautiful and pleasant scent always announced her arrival.
Her hand landed on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, still sitting on the chair and peering outside.
"What do you want Maria?"
He asked.
"Ah, you came back to that disgusting cold face!"
She growled.
"I am this! Not like your cheerful Bo,"
