Bryant thrust a pill inside the girl's mouth and began to tend to her wound, as he guessed she burned her wounds to survive so it meant she wanted to live and it was speaking a lot.
He cleaned her arms and applied the remedy on her deep wounds when she grunted.
"You are idiot enough to play with the imps so these wounds wouldn't kill you."
He taunted and wrapped her arms with a white clean cloth when he grasped those green eyes on him. What was that? Why were those eyes full of agony? Her black wavy hair poured on her breast line as her head fell quickly. The wane of sweat beads announced that she was getting better and her fever would soon seep down. She was flawlessly gorgeous but anyway, he couldn't be duped by her charm.
He picked the box, turned around, and walked to the door.
"Let go of my mother!"
His eyes sharpened, was it just a simple delirium, or did she have an extremely huge concern that came to her now?
