"That's strange," Erica mutteredEven was puzzled when he saw a hint of affection in John's eyes as he helped everything clean her face. Sullivan cleared his throat and John jolted back to reality. "General," He said with a bow. He did not even remember that he was still with the general and Lady Erica. "You should take her to her room, I already sent for Doctor Lee and he should be here anytime," Sullivan said. "Don't worry she'll be fine," Erica assured him. John nodded his head and turned to Evelyn.He effortlessly swept her off her feet and left the dining room.Erica threw her gaze over to the table and noticed the blood stain and how the table was already disarranged." I guess this ruins breakfast." she let out a sign.Sullivan pulled her close then she rested her head on his shoulders."Don't worry I tell the maids to fix you something if you are hungry." "There's no need to lose my appetite from that gruesome scene." She exhaled."I'm sorry you had to witness something

As dawn broke, a soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Erica stirred, the events of the previous day rushing back to her. Sullivan was already awake, sitting at the small desk by the window, poring over maps and documents. He looked up as Erica sat up in bed, stretching."Morning my love." he greeted her with a tired smile. "Did you manage to get some rest?""Some," Erica replied, running a hand through her hair. "I see you didn't sleep much."Sullivan shrugged. "There's too much to be done. I was going over our plans for the South. We need to be ready for anything."Erica got out of bed and joined him at the desk. "Let's review everything once more before we meet with our supporters."Sullivan nodded, handing her a sheet of paper. Erica's eyes lit up in surprise because Sullivan barely told her anything of his plans ever since the incident with the masked man.At this point, she wondered what could have possibly changed his mind."I made

She was coy, clingy and she knew it. He was going to object but she still had to try. John sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Alright, but just until you fall asleep."He returned to her side, pulling up a chair. As he sat down, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open briefly, a small smile playing on her lips."Thank you," she whispered.John nodded, settling into the chair. "Just close your eyes and rest."For a while, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of Evelyn's breathing as she slowly drifted off to sleep. John watched her, his thoughts racing. He had always been a man of action, a soldier trained to fight and protect. But sitting here, watching over Evelyn, he felt a different kind of responsibility—one that was new and strangely comforting.His mind wandered to the events that had brought them here, the battles fought, and the lives lost. He thought of Sullivan and the five great families, of the ongoing conflict that seemed to have no end. Yet in thi

Jason stares at the prison cell. He felt awfully weak and tired. He didn't know how long he had been here nor could he remember the last time he saw Scar. "That punk," he cursed under his breath using the Little energy he had left to clench his fist.He hadn't eaten for days and he was thirsty.All hope of living or escaping left him alone time again after his many failed attempts.Scar had left him here to die and he accepted his fate but he saw in his heart that if ever he did live he was going to kill that bastard.He lay on the ground staring at the darkness.He missed the warmth of the sun.He misses his home, his life as the young master of the jab.He wanted to go home to his mother.He told himself that he was not going to cry but at this moment he was broken to the core and he let the tears run down his face.He slowly closed his eyes awaiting his only date which was death.Not quite long he heard the clicking sound of the door and his eyes snapped wide open.He wondered w

Jason's eyes lit up with hope at the thought of his grandparents coming."Hopefully he can try and convince them to take him back with them.""Don't start getting funny ideas because you are not going anywhere," Scar said firmly."I'll tell them about what you did to me.""Go ahead do I look like I care." scar said with a hint of worry in his words."I'll simply just explain that it's training and they will surely understand.""After all our elite soldiers go through such ever worse procedures and you want to rule them. What right do you have." Scar scoffed."Just because you are their grandson doesn't give you any fucking right because you don't know what kind of pain they had to undergo.""Now that you are going through training yourself I'd say you are starting to have an idea about it "Scar retorted."Their job is to follow orders why the fuck should I care about what happens to them or what they have gone through..." Jason's words were silent when he punched him hard in the face