Romanoff Dukedom: Plan (33)

Aaviren pulled all of the guards inside the room. He did it by pulling the collapsed bodies by their collars. 

To say that it was difficult for him would be an understatement. 

Since the others were not there to look at him, Aaviren had let down his guard. He stopped forcing his body to look as if nothing was wrong with it. 

Because of that, the fever that he was trying to hamper came back with a bite. His entire body was burning and he was having a hard time breathing. He was sweating as if he was running a marathon in the desert while the sun was at its peak. 

Aaviren felt as if he had chains binding all of his limbs together. His throat was dry to a point that not a drop of saliva could be extracted from it. His head was being hammered one after the other. Even his vision was beginning to blur.