Chapter 69. Wings

“Carren? The rioters?” said Marco.

Carren cleared her throat. Justin realized she was on the other side. “Thank you, Justin,” Carren said, folding her hands over her stomach. “Thank you also for saving my life. And, from now on, please don’t call us rioters. We will live well and not cause trouble.

Justin nodded. “Alright, now has anyone seen Azeeva?”

“I’m here.” Azeeva appeared in the doorway, carrying a basket of flowers and curling her lip. “I’m going to give you a hundred artificial breaths to get you out of this place,” she said sarcastically.

Azeeva hugged the back of the sofa, her cheeks puffed up at the top. Pouting. She’s been like that since Justin gave Carren artificial respiration. It had already been three days ago.

“Come on!” exclaimed Justin, poking his girlfriend’s cheek as he walked away.

Out of the majestic and peaceful but dangerously comfortable throne. If they stayed there, they would be living mummies within a month. They spe