13. Nightshade…?

“Brown Doe, are you okay?”

My eyes hurt as I try to force them open, my head is spinning from constantly trying to stir from my deep sleep. His voice resonates in my head and I relax my nerves, my eyes open slowly. The environment is blurry at first but it soon clears, Zane’s worried face stares back at me.

“W… what happened?” I stammer.

“You were poisoned by the nightshade thorn,” he replies.

“Nightshade…?”

I gasp when I recall the thorn I had snatched from Conrad’s hand, If a single one could make me dizzy, what about the man that was plugged with so many of them?

“What about the man?” I ask.

Zane growls but replies to me anyway, “He’s fine now.”

I sighed in relief that I had saved a soul. Zane holds my hands, his warmth creeps on my skin and I suddenly feel hot inside.

“You scared me earlier, I thought I was going to lose you,” he lets out.

“If you are scared of losing me, why do you keep pushing me away?”

That question seems too hard for him to answer, his silence tells me so.

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