Strides echoed in the hallways as Nicholai and Darius made their way to the waiting room where Martin was, just like the last time. However, Darius kept on looking in Nicholai's direction. "Hey, maybe I should just handle this on my own, Nick. You need to rest."
"I cannot. They had seen me collapse to the ground yesterday. I have even taken the entirety of the day locked up in my room, instead of checking up on the damages." Nicholai sighed as he contained his weakness, his neutral expression not enough to conceal it. "I cannot let them realize that I cannot handle unleashing my crest and fighting for long hours."
"Yeah, your dad also said that. You don't normally fight with it, so your body isn't used to the strain." The mate slowed down as he noticed how Nicholai started to huff. "Nick, come on. Go back to bed. If I don't find you in your room after dealing with Mr. Morrison… I won't feed you through my mouth again. Do you want that?"
