#Chapter 118: Hidden

I don’t know how long I was asleep. I felt myself moving like I was sliding across the ground and being handed off and around. It was so strange. I was cold and hot at the same time. I felt nothing yet I was in pure agony. I thought I was opening my eyes, but I saw nothing.

I don’t know where I was or how I got to be where I was now, but I stopped moving and everything went dark and silent. The next time I heard or felt anything, I was moving, slowly, jostled a little. Someone was panting above me like they were tired. Everything in me ached, and I smelled something familiar. There was blood and fire, but there was also a musky scent I recognized as Candido’s cologne.

“Candido?”

I frowned, slowly opening my eyes as I looked up. It was dark, but there was the faintest light hovering above that let me make out Candido’s face. The golden light illuminated his eyes beneath his mask which looked like it had been ripped a little, but his face hadn’t been revealed. His eyes were blood-shot a