#Chapter 133 Pleading

I groaned. My ears were ringing. I was so hot like I was surrounded by fire, and my head ached. The world was hazy around the edges, but I smelled blood. A lot of blood, like I had walked into a blood bath, yet I wasn’t covered in it. I looked around as I felt heat getting closer and more intense nearby, like a fire was building.

I shifted, trying to get up though my head was spinning. Had I hit it? I had to have hit my head. What had exploded? I reached up, trying to feel for a bump. My hand came back slick with blood. I didn’t feel good.

Where was Candido?

Could we leave now?

Was it over?

Where was Norton? Sibyl?

“Think about the baby,” Sibyl’s voice whimpered nearby. “What about our child? Our son?”

I frowned, looking over toward where she was speaking. She was still naked. The curve of her stomach seemed highlighted in the firelight as she cradled it and looked up at Damian standing a few feet from her. She was on her knees in front of him. She looked pathetic, but I noticed that