Nuri’s POV
"Who ran into the fire?" Roth shouted.
The servants were in a hurry to put out the fire with buckets, but the fire was getting worse and worse.
I know the man who broke in. This is Jovon. We just had a fight.
The fire spread out with the wind, like a demon with fangs and claws. As I stood there, I could feel the residual heat of the fire tingling over my skin.
Why would he rush in to save Doyle's body? A few days ago, he slipped Doyle a note telling him to kill himself.
I squinted. I didn't seem to fully understand my cousin.
"Hurry up!" I shouted, looking anxiously at the burning house, hoping to see Jovon come out.
Although I don't like him, I don't want him to die in a fire.
The wooden house crackled in the fire, the pillars that supported it shook, and the roof seemed to be falling down at any moment.
No! I broke free of my soldiers, ready to run into the house again.
"He's coming out!" The servants cheered.
