Chapter 40

"Mrs Turner!"

Within a blink of an eye, Weylin pulled his wife by her hand, hiding behind a giant rock. Slipping his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, causing her head to rest on his chest as if he was trying to protect her from the cruel world. 

"Are you alright?!" The young master asked, his voice contoured with worry, cupping the back of her head gently. 

"Y-yes," Garaine stuttered, still in a daze because of the sudden turn of events. She could feel the loud heartbeat of her husband as if his heart would jump out of his ribcage. Subconsciously, she clutched his shirt, forming wrinkles on it. 

Again the gunshots were heard, making Weylin scowl.