While everyone was busy cleaning up the aftermath, Austin was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his arms propped on the bed. He gazed at her sleeping profile sadly. "Why is it always you who's getting hurt...?" He whispered.
After a few seconds, Austin's eyes slowly grew wider as an idea surfaced in his mind. It's always her... It's always her! Everyone else only gets injured when they're with her. The target has never been me!
The moment he arrived at that conclusion, everything else made sense to him and he immediately have a prime suspect in mind. He got up and stormed out to catch the bastard himself. Damn it! We've wasted a year for nothing! All because I saw things from the wrong perspective to begin with. And that bastard dares to act loony to throw off my suspicions... The moment I get my hands on him, I'll tear him to pieces!
When he went out to the garden and saw the familiar uniform of royal guards, he wasted no time in ordering for them to follow him.