Chapter 113: Youngblood (1)
He must have been cornered to the edge of the bed because of me. From the bed, shrouded in a canopy that concealed the interior, I faintly heard Liam’s voice.
“Why ‘Don’t come near me’? Are you going through puberty? What’s wrong with you? You need to get better so we can go home.”
“No…”
This is strange. Why is Liam Moore sounding so weak?
The Liam Moore I remember is a smart, arrogant young man, who lives for his own satisfaction. He’s sensitive and willing to give everything to his people, sharp and straightforward outside but somewhat tender at home—a charming contrast.
But there’s no weakness in him. Even with a knife to his throat, he’d calmly deduce the origin of the blade and the background of the attacker. There’s no way he’d be scared of me.
“Let’s talk.”
I pushed through the vines, dragged a chair over, and started speaking.
“How’s your health?”