XXIV. Same Room

It wasn't long before the servants came in and cleaned up Madam Croiz's body. Amanda was still in Illarion's arms. The man's embrace seemed to want to reduce the trauma that Amanda had received, but that was impossible. She had never seen anyone killed before her own eyes—although in this case, Amanda had her back to the victim—apart from her blood and the blood of an animal she was about to cook, she had never seen such a pool of blood from a person's body.

"You move to my room, it seems this room can no longer be used," said the Black Prince as he let go of his arms on Amanda.

"Same room with him? I'm too afraid even to refuse," Amanda thought, and along with that thought, the petite girl's vision darkened. She returned unconscious because she could not see the blood that almost filled the corner of the room. Illarion efficiently carried the girl like a light feather pillow.

That night Amanda did not dream of anything, somehow she fell asleep very soundly. Amanda's eyelids blinked t