A wind of fear ripples through my every muscle. How did he get here? Where did he come from? How long has he been standing there? Could Erik be right? Have I been blinded all this while? Is Draconis wicked?
Erik instantly pulls out his sword and stands before me. "You! I knew it! How dare you come here!" He yells. My fingers are trembling. I'm still finding it hard to believe that Draconis is evil.
There might be something missing here. Erik is wounded, he might be mistaking right now. And Draconis, Draconis, him being here, he might just have something to tell me. It must be something very urgent, so he had no choice but to come into my room. Yes. That must be it.
"Dr_ Draconis, w_ what are you doing here? You are not supposed to be in my room." I say. Please tell me Erik is mistaking. You are not who he says you are. I don't want to believe I have made such a mistake by bringing an evil demon Lord into my home. "Why are you here?"
