A cold breeze caresses my skin that runs through the deepest part of my being.
My mind is in a mess.
But one thing is for sure…
His name kept repeating inside my head.
I mean his name is Shier.
In the entire thousand’s of years, no one dared to name the same name as the prince of the Smerte clan.
I am sure that if he is saying the truth then I am deeply in trouble.
I get the journal and quickly put my hand in it.
“What an odd name.” I heard what Hyria said.
“What are you?” He was shocked for a second, thinking of something. At that moment he just stared at her despite the pain.
“You will not understand me or what I will say to you.” she just smiled.
“Try me.” Shier inhaled deeply before he opens his mouth
“I am an Angel from the Smerte clan.”
“An angel or a fallen one?” She said sarcastically.
“I am not joking.” The rope did not react since it is proof that he decided to tell the truth.