Chapitre 224: What Manner of Love Is This? [2]

[UDRAD]

"Unar no," Ilya began but she couldn't even breathe right. 

Ilya felt her chest constricting and the blood filling her lungs. This wasn't the way she had planned to die, but then with Alanor and his humanity gone, anything could happen. Alanor didn't care and Unar had to bear the burden of their bond.

Unar looked at his mother, not sure if he had heard the woman right. Was she being serious right now? She was already on her way to the grave and she still thought that it was not right for Unar to go after the person who had put her there.

"What do you mean no, huh?" Unar asked angrily as he sat on the ground, holding onto his mother for dear life. 

He had never thought he would feel lonely, but he was, right here in the middle of a war that had just begun. Unar never thought he could always be the one on the losing end. He was losing the one person he thought he'd never lose and that fucked him up.