Capítulo 223: Story of the past

Music Recommendation: A Kind Waltz - James Quinn

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Emily stared at Raylen's hand, which carefully placed the sharp glass shard on the table. Her eyes then shifted from his hand to his face, watching him as he licked his lips. When his blue eyes shifted to meet hers, she quickly looked away, pretending to be busy looking at the flickering flame of the nearest candle. 

"You know, Princess," Raylen drawled. "We still need to bandage your wound." 

Emily squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and then raised her foot to place it back on the surface of the couch between them. She asked him, "Are your windows broken too, like mine?"

"No, they are in perfect condition," Raylen responded, leaning forward and opening the first-aid box. "It seems that hailstorms just know how to find the right people to wake up." He picked up the bandage roll and turned back to her. "You see, I wasn't sleeping."