Bab 263: COLD HANDS

Dying?

1 glared at Azar who looked like he wanted to rip Ivan's head off. Ivan turned to look at me with a questionable look in his gaze. I swallowed and shook my head at him. I tried to talk but he grabbed my wrist and yanked my sleeves up so that my wrists were exposed to him. The tiny black spots on my arms were starting to spread, it really did look like my hands were decaying.

"Are you in pain?" Ivan asked me.

I nodded my head at him not able to lie to him anymore. "Yeah, I've been in pain for quite a while now. I guess seeing them triggered it." I aid looking at Azar and Ravenna.

Ivan turned to look at our unwanted guests. "I think you two need to leave now."

"I'm not leaving till I found what you did to her!" Azar said with a hard glint in his gaze.

I released a wary sigh. "Please just leave, I can't deal with this right now."

"What's that on your wrists?" Azar asked ignoring my request.