Bab 317: A Clash Above the Sea (2)

Aoife's brows furrowed, her expression darkened, and she bit her lips.

"But…" She mumbled. "What if something happens to you?" She asked with a meek voice. I hesitated, this was unlike her. She had always been the strong one. Always confident, always so sure of herself.

And she had always trusted me too. She would be the first to cheer me on, and the first to try and talk me into trying things. So, seeing her afraid and unsure like this was unfamiliar. It made me realise just how wrong everything was.

"I'll be fine." I finally spoke after some hesitated. "I survived the game, didn't I? And back then, everyone wanted to kill me." I forced a smile. "So don't worry about me, sis." I lied through my teeth, faking my smile, and reassuring her that all would be well.

I noticed Fetheion glaring at me with a dark, almost angry expression. I averted my gaze, refusing to entertain him. He had no right getting angry at me after all the lies he had told.