Chapter 113. You Can’t Dictate What I Feel!

I take the path down towards the city to hide from Ralph and his men.

Don't look back, Claire…

Don't look back…

When I reached the crowds of people to hide among them, I knew for certain I could somehow get away from this place. Then, as if by a miracle, I saw my horse, Gram, running after me. There's no saddle behind him and I think Edison had released him from the stable while he was in the middle of the fight. He really intends for me to save myself and go without him. And it's more painful than I thought.

I snatched his reins. When we got into an alley and were about to jump to get onto him, I was so horrified to see Ralph in front of us wearing only his black pants. He looked as if he bathed from the blood of someone. It drips down his hair, his face, and down his naked upper body. He is drenched with fresh, crimson blood.

I have never been this terrified my whole life as I saw him step forward towards me. There is this bitter, evil grin on his fac