Chapter Thirty-Seven
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-03-25 02:21:37

Oliver held Rachel close, his arms wrapped tightly around her trembling body. His own hands shook, not just from fear but from the strain of holding back his power. His skin was hot, like he was burning from the inside, but he forced himself to calm down. The air around them was thick and heavy with the sharp smell of burnt metal and ash. The fire he had released only moments ago had finally died down, leaving the destroyed remains of the shed around them.

“Rachel... Are you okay?” Oliver’s voice was hoarse, his throat dry from the heat. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with worry. His messy hair clung to his forehead, and sweat dripped down his face. He was tired. So tired. But he had to make sure Rachel was safe.

Rachel coughed weakly, her hand clutching his sleeve as if he was her only lifeline. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. But she was alive. That was all that mattered to him right now. Her eyes flickered open, her gaze blurry and full of pain.

“I-I think so...”
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