Chapter seventy

Javier and Michelle felt a great sense of relief at Roman's awakening.

He was reported to be in ideal condition and to be released the following day by the healers, who had checked his vital signs when they had returned to the room.

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Michelle sat next to him, staring at him expectantly as she carefully stroked his hair. Roman could not suppress a smile.

He questioned, "Do you want to know what happened?"

Javier rolled his eyes as he stood glumly at the entryway. "You almost died and here you are teasing."

Roman sneered. "The moment she doused us in that mist, that witch materialized in front of me. She believed that I was carrying the Grimoire."

Javier scowled. "Are you with it?"

Roman rejected the idea. "I kept it somewhere safe."

"Somewhere safe?" Michelle asked, letting out a long sigh. "This witch.. whoever she is, we have to get rid of her."

"Oh?" With a sly smile, Roman grasped her wrist and asked. "You seem to have taken a liking to my sister."

Michelle smiled. "She's a nice