Sylvia's POV:

The boy yelped in pain, but he did not give in. He struggled madly to pull away.

But I gripped his hair tightly and followed him into the hole in the wall. The others also followed suit.

When we all made it on the other side, the five of us easily subdued the boy.

The boy only came up to my shoulders. He gnashed his teeth and looked at me defiantly, like a wild cat. He was very fierce. "What do you want?"

"We should be asking you the same question! What do you want, kid?" Flora demanded with her hands planted firmly on her hips. She almost looked imposing.

The boy pursed his lips stubbornly, refusing to answer her question.

After thinking for a while, I loosened my grip on his clothes. "Don't worry. We don't work for Geoffrey. We're not here for you."

at me with his bright eyes, as if he was considering whether to take my word for it

standing

hesitated and seemed to want to say something

helplessly. "Can you at least block the wall hole first? If the patrols finds

down to help. Very

boy breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and finally

talk here.

We exchanged

The

Flora, on the other hand, couldn't keep it in and puked

too could barely stand it, despite having living in a

smell of this place couldn't compare. It was on a league of

didn't eat

very fast and didn't wait for us, even when Flora was retching all over the place. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on

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