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.

violent images from the days gunfight flashed through his mind, causing him to sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. Instinctively, Melon reached out for Moss beside him, only to discover the bed

clicking

abrupt brightness just as he heard Moss annoyed voice, saying, Why are you shouting? Relieved to

chair, shirtless, removing the bandages

from his shoulder with

flowed freely, and his forehead was lined

lip, refusing to make a

stunned, unsure if he was awake or

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

Thank goodness, youre alive.

thought you might

are you standing so close? Step back,

he was removing a bullet with a knife? Melon was standing dangerously close as if he had

a couple of steps, still holding the tissues, his young face

and

his expression turned to one of

turned red with

know why Moss was being so harsh

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