"Bearlo… come quickly."
I muttered it under my breath, not even bothering to look back because I didn't need to.
If there was one person I could trust to have my back, one person who wouldn't screw me over when it actually mattered, it was him.
Well… okay.
Maybe he had disappointed me once or twice.
But never fatally and that's what counts, right?
He had to be healed by now, right?
I had bought him enough time.
So why…
Why the fuck was that bastard not moving yet?
The elven-human hybrid freak roared, "Give me your body!" His voice was menacing.
"Bearlo?" I finally turned, half-expecting him to already be mid-swing.
Instead, my words died in my throat.
"You fucking bastard…"
He was lying on the ground unmoving. Beside him, Cedric and Seraphina lay sprawled out like broken dolls.
What the,
That wave from earlier…
Was it some kind of sleep spell? Or a curse?
Whatever it was, it hit them all.
