Chapter 77

Baxter's pov

*While in the trinity pack*

**After some days.

It has already been a week after the burial of Ruth, the head maid.

I bit myself everytime that I remember her death, even if I was not the one that had caused it. It still hunts me like never before.

But that was already fading away from my memory but at the same time leaving me with a very big scar that could not heal.

It was night, and I had just sat up all night and could not sleep.

Thoughts has been ringing on in me and I could not think straight. I needed someithat I could talk to.

It was obvious, what the oracle had to say has been making me feel uncomfortable all day long into the night. It made me sleepless.

I place my two hands on my Fore head and I could not just concentrate. It was much.

Immediately I got out of the front of my chambers to take a little air.

Falling to the ground, I was devastated in all the things that has been happening recently to me.

I was weak and even as I tried to encourage myself, I