The person on night watch for the second half of the night has it harder. When Serena said this, Prince Nolan didn’t insist on macho pride or say he could handle it alone.
He accepted Serena’s kindness. Without his shadow guards, he had to preserve his strength; only then could he keep her safe.
He could get by with less sleep, but not with none at all. One or two days was fine, but over time he’d run out of energy.
Prince Nolan took the pillow Serena handed him, leaned back, and closed his eyes to rest.
Serena quietly watched Nolan’s sleeping face for a long time before finally looking away...
Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a new day, and another day closer to Prince Terrence Valen’s death.
Serena hugged her knees, buried her head between them...
Prince Terrence Valen is about to die, and I’ll finally have my revenge for us. Are you happy?
The only answer was a sigh.
What’s the point of revenge? None of them are coming back.
In the darkness, Prince Nolan opened his eyes, glanced at Serena, then closed them again.
The night passed uneventfully. Early the next morning, Dorian Owen woke up just as Serena predicted—not only awake, but bouncing with energy. If not for his wounds and swollen skin, Serena would have doubted he’d ever been injured.
The moment Dorian woke, he leapt up from the ground, shrieked, clutched his groin, scanned the area, and dashed into the woods.
Serena was washing up. When she heard the commotion, she spun around in alarm, dropped her cup, and ran after him.
"Don’t go. Dorian’s fine," Prince Nolan said, grabbing Serena’s arm.
"He’s fine? Then why..." Serena pointed anxiously in the direction Dorian disappeared, her face full of worry.
Could it be residual poison? Did it scramble his brain?
No, the way he acted looked more like rabies. Did the vaccine fail?
"There are three—" Prince Nolan hadn’t finished speaking when Dorian’s anguished scream rang out: "Serena, save me! Help! I’m really dying this time!"
"Something’s happened to Dorian. Let’s go!" Serena grabbed Nolan’s hand and hurried forward.