บท 36: Slippery Slope Feelings

I stared at the cut on Kyros' left cheekbone with pride.

My fist still hurt from having to make such sudden contact with his face, but it was a worthy sacrifice. 

Rowan had gotten us out of the secret passageway, using an amount of speed that felt impossible, I had almost felt myself ripping apart from the pressure of going too fast. Once we got out of the No Shift Zone, he had shifted us here. 

I swear, this man had hideouts littered across the Realm.

For how long he had been running for his life though, it was understandable. 

Kyros was sitting in a chair, his hands tied behind the wooden structure to zero his chances of escape. Blood ran down his nose, the spilt part of his lips, and the cut across his left cheekbone, the only injury I was responsible for.

The rest were Rowan's, just like the other cuts on his body.