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.

his mind, causing him to sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. Instinctively, Melon reached out for Moss

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

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

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

from his shoulder with a

freely, and his forehead was lined with

his lip, refusing to make

was stunned, unsure if he was awake

from the table and tiptoed

Thank goodness, youre alive.

thought you might

standing so close? Step back,

that he was removing a bullet with a knife? Melon was standing

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

and just wanted to help wipe

his expression turned to one of

eyes turned red

didnt know why Moss was

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