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Chapter Fifty-Three

Lloyd stared in awed silence. Watching the blood form a large pool around the fallen figure. Something black and oily seeped from the open flesh, sliding away into the shadows.

Something that a sword couldn't defeat.

His own cuts weren't that deep, but blood still flowed freely from the wounds that marked his skin in a grim mosaic.

He barely felt them. He was totally captured by the scene that had played out, and to see Nathaniel almost slice the man's head off...

He didn't know what to do. He could only blink when he heard Nathaniel speak to him. The words were unable to be registered.

"You... Killed a man...For me.." He was still wrapping his head around it. "Thank you...For coming after me. I thought...well, I guess it doesn't matter..."

He swallowed, shifting onto his knees and reaching out. He felt like a child. Weak and feeble, needing a hand to find his feet.

But his emotions were anything but childish. A deep need he never thought he possessed, having felt only primal urges
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