He just wanted a normal life. He felt like he had been so ignorant. His mother, now his grandmother, his aunt—these three women had done so much and had been strong to endure such dark times.
And the fact that they were able to hurt Angelina meant that whoever they were, they were formidable opponents. Learning that she was hurt because of him, made him so angry and yet the same guilty. Anger, that's what he had all for now.
Tchk, he clicked his tongue, feeling annoyed at the situation.
Slumping back onto the bed, Jaegar sighed deeply, thinking just how powerless he was now. It always comes down to the strength; be is anything; superior ones make the rules.
Angelina approached him, her voice gentle. "Don't worry, Jaegar. I'm still alive, aren't I?
We're working on dispelling the poison, and it's not life threatening.
