Chapter 113. Cutting Blood Saga: pt. 5

The next time I open my eyes, it’s in the warehouse.

My head throbs as I sit up on the bed, my shoulders aching and my waists breathing.

The pain all round my body feels nearly unbearable, and it’s worse when my sight seems bad too—I can only make out a couple of blurry figures clustered together across the room.

“Zeath?” I call, and the figures move. I think they turn to me.

“Mellow, you’re awake,” I hear Zeath’s voice as one tall figure supposedly belonging to him starts approaching me.

Standing in front of me, his hand thrusts forward before I feel something cold against my lips; it’s the rim of a cup.

“Drink,” Zeath urges, and I do.

“Where’s Zachili?” I ask after Zeath retrieves the cup as I gently pull my hair strands back into a messy bun.

“He is fine, but I should kill you for endangering yourself like that. Did you not hear a word I said?” Zeath says sternly.

I sigh. This time my sight starts to clear and I f