Chapter 68. Love and Hate

What a shitty moment.

Stopping cursing himself, Justin immediately placed Carren in the middle of his knees. The backs of his hands were piled up, crossed over one another. Justin’s upper body strength was put into pressing down on Carren’s chest.

One Ravina at two presses per second, and his lips didn’t stop moving. Making sure he had to apply at least a hundred presses. Sweat poured down, and Justin’s muscles began to roar with pain.

At the side of Carren’s head, Azeeva constantly rubbed her hands, then shaded Carren’s head with a spell. Azeeva’s forehead had been furrowed for so long it felt like the tension was driving her crazy. She wanted Carren to live, or she would live with a lifetime of regret.

If only she had never snapped her fingers. If only she were smart enough not to play with gas. If only… the frown on Azeeva’s face shrank, her lips parted slightly. She stopped chanting.

A fire ignited in Azeeva’s heart. Heat rushed in; her stoma