Chapter 74 - The Welcomed Comfort

Emma Grey

There were many things that I had assumed on why on earth he was so troubled, seeing the broken chain freed the woman.

As though one of his so-called trophies had been taken down by his mortal enemies.

"You, wench!" He hoarse out, still pinned to the ground with Allan attempting his best to hold him in place.

Though, I knew it wasn't for long.

I could see it. The blood trickled down his skin, along with the open cuts, the splitted on his lips and some other places.

The trembled in his hand, forcing his power to push Sir Joshue under him. Discerning for a fact that his consciousness almost slipped through with how much he had blinked his eyes, adamant on being awake.

That I knew, with a little more struggles and trashings from Sir Joshue's side, he would likely escape his grip.

And I am most certainly sure, Allan wouldn't live a day if that was to happen. Not when he had left Sir Joshue with bruises and cuts, his own blood flowing from his nose and the corner of his lips.