Chapter 1842

Moss let out a quiet snort and then slowly rose.

He gently covered Melon with the blanket, careful not to wake him.

Melon didnt stir, lost in the embrace of sleep.

A glint of metal caught Moss eye-a dagger, lying within easy reach.

He picked it up, its weight familiar in his hand.

His expression hardened as he looked from the blade to the sleeping Melon.

For a long moment, he stood motionless, lost in thought.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Moss raised the dagger, aiming it at Melon.

In the dead of night, Melon was jolted awake by the potent smell of blood.

from the days gunfight flashed through his mind, causing him to sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. Instinctively, Melon

moment, a clicking sound filled the room, and the room was suddenly flooded with

Moss annoyed voice, saying, Why are you shouting? Relieved to hear Moss, Melon quickly

sitting in a chair, shirtless, removing the bandages from his shoulder and tossing them onto

a bullet from his shoulder with

his forehead was lined with bulging

bit his lip, refusing to make a

was stunned, unsure if he

realizing it was all real, Melon grabbed some tissues from the table and tiptoed over to Moss, his face alight with

Thank goodness, youre alive.

you might have

standing so close?

was standing dangerously close as if he

Melon stumbled backward a couple of steps, still holding the tissues, his young face filled

lot and just

said this, his expression turned to one of

eyes turned red

why Moss was being so

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