Chapter 702: Don’t Die...
Zeke almost lost his nerves in frenzy and dismay. His teeth started to chatter, yet he was uncertain whether it was due to the chilly air or the possibility that the man in front of him might close himself off to the world. Right now, he could not afford to care where this sinking dread came from, nor how it was possible for someone like him to feel like this. His mind went utterly blank, only his gaze was transfixed on those silver eyes that were as bottomless as the abyss itself.
In that split second, he completely gave up on logical analysis and acted purely on instinct. He crouched himself low, took aim and abruptly pounced on the assassin!
Zeke initially planned to latch himself on the man’s neck as he wanted to use the sense of touch and sensation to wake him up from whatever trance he was in. However, the kitten’s body had stopped breathing for hours and its limbs had almost gone stiff. As a result, Zeke totally missed and his claws desperately clung onto the man’s shirt.
It was only then that he could properly judge how serious the man’s condition was. If it was the usual him, he would at least lend a hand when he saw Zeke scrambling to grab a firm hold of his shirt. But now, he only stared at Zeke blankly. This man totally believed that everything was only a hallucination... Zeke’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when the notion entered his mind.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to climb. Hurry... he had to hurry! If there was a trait he could be proud of himself, then it would be his stubbornness and tenacity. Just like the time when he dragged the kitten’s weak and frozen body to the Imperial Palace, Zeke also mustered the same – if not more – intense determination to reach his goal, his golden eyes were blazing in flames.
With his hind legs slipping on the drenched shirt again and again, he scrambled to push himself up, one step after another, as he fully utilized his sharp claws to get to the crook of the man’s neck. When he finally perceived the coldness and dampness of the assassin’s skin, Zeke was so relieved that he almost burst out into genuine tears for the first time in his life.
"Miw miw!" It’s me, stupid assassin! Don’t you believe it now?!
Zeke butted his head against the man’s chin as the tip of his sharp claws sank into the flesh of his neck, drawing a few droplets of blood. He heard the man sucked in sharp breath above him, whether due to the prickling pain or the abrupt realization or both, and his eyes lit up in renewed hope. He almost succeeded! A little bit more... just a little bit more! Zeke cared no longer of his pride and dignity as he opened his mouth wide and chomped on the man’s chin, nibbling and licking like a little desperate puppy.
All the while, he let out little whimpers from his throat, and if not for this body’s inconvenience, he was certain that he would have wailed out loud.
You stupid, stupid man! How can you fall into such a low state? You fucking scared me to death!