Chapter 52: Dusk’s Recovery
Tharion and Caelan stormed into the room together, ready to settle accounts with Dusk — but the moment they stepped inside, both froze in place.
Dusk looked absolutely wretched. His head was covered in bruises and gashes, and his skin had turned a ghostly pale, making him seem more dead than alive.
Their hostility toward him significantly diminished. At this rate, if they so much as laid another finger on him, he might drop dead on the spot.
"Is he... actually still alive?" They asked in unison, casting suspicious glances toward her.
Though they doubted it, a sliver of possibility crossed their minds — perhaps their little darling had gone overboard and brutalized the boy herself.
Noticing the strange, doubtful looks from both her father and grandfather, Lysandra instantly felt displeased.
"What are you two imagining now, huh? I didn’t hurt him, okay? It’s just... just that he’s really, really unlucky!" she muttered awkwardly.
In truth, even she found it a bit excessive to chalk all those injuries up to mere bad luck.
If what he said wasn’t true, then as a heavily injured fugitive and alleged serial killer, Dusk wouldn’t have long to live anyway.
Hearing the noise around him, Dusk slowly opened his eyes — though even with them open, he could barely see anything.
"Your father and grandfather... are here already?" he asked faintly.
At this point, he didn’t even have the strength to sit up and greet them properly.