Bad Born Blood

Chapter 140

I was barely holding on to my consciousness. If I lost focus even for a moment, I felt like I would pass out.

"You came to help me, Grace. I was half in doubt until the very end."

I spoke as I watched Grace approach. She looked down at me with Ruina, now in the form of a sniper rifle, slung over her shoulder.

"If you die, my nights are going to be restless. And besides, you said you trusted me."

Grace knelt on one knee and sat beside me.

"Haha, ugh, cough..."

I laughed, but the pain in my chest made me grimace.

"Hmm, you’re in pretty bad shape. The burns are severe too. It’s a miracle you’re still alive. If you have any last words, now would be the time."

Grace calmly examined my condition as she spoke.

"Last words, my ass... Considering who I was up against, I got off easy. By the way, your eye is quite pretty without the eyepatch covering it."

I looked at Grace’s left eye as I spoke. Objectively speaking, it wasn’t what one would typically call pretty. But aesthetic standards were often subjective.