Arlen did not even dare make a single sound. A shudder slowly climbed up his spine, an unspeakable sense of terror made his whole body tremble.
He watched that blade move a tad deeper into that skin, beads of red blood pulling, any deeper, any deeper, and Ravi, Ravi would be...He could not think about it, he could not even say it in his mind.
He clenched his fist, feeling that the back of his heart had been pierced by a shapeless knife, hot blood filling his chest and splashing onto the floor.
Arlen had never felt like this all his life. he had never felt fear.
Fear like this.
It was like the passage of time had long stopped, the air was filled with a complete silence. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his rapid breathing and the loud, chaotic pounds of his heart, the blood pumping into his ears, making it impossible for him to think calmly.
My friend read this chapter a few minutes ago. She was like, I am being mean to Arlen, blah..blah...blah. I told if she knows how powerful the Sinclair family is, she would understand a tad bit that I am not mean. He is the one being mean to me. He can be dropping ten castles a day for me. He has the resources to be a sugar zaddy.
All the zaddies and mommies among my readers, this author of officially applying to a sugar writer. Please spoil me.
A little sugar for you guys, his mom has three husbands and all of them are top of their fields.