Seventy-one

I didn't mean to do it. I wasn't even aware of how that happened while I was asleep. Xander cleaned up my wound on the fourth night and it didn't look that close to healing, but during the night, Riona decided to put me out of my misery and heal me. Even though it was such a relief to be able to move freely and breathe without any trouble, Xander had been super suspicious and I didn’t know what I should do to make him forget about that.

“This is impossible,” the doctor commented as he checked the wound.

Xander was so much as shocked that he immediately took me to the clinic even though I insisted that I was fine and suffered from no pain.

“I was hoping you’d give me an explanation,” Xander said, looking at the doctor for a moment, then he looked down at me. I couldn’t look him in the eye. I wanted to tell him the truth, but something was holding me back.

A huge part of me acknowledged my distrust as an irrational fear that I failed to get over. He had