YOU WILL GET HER KILLED

Knowing a person is like music,

What attract us to them is their melody,

And as we get to know who they are,

We learn their lyrics.

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"DAMON!!!" she called his name subconsciously, as she closed her eyes tightly the moment the thick dark smoke descended to her.

It didn't take a long time after Tarsa called his name and the protector appeared. He dashed toward her and used his wind sword to cut the uncanny smoke.

The smoke scattered and dispersed into thin air, leaving a burning smell inside the room.

Damon stood beside the bed and scanned his surroundings, to make sure there was no more hidden threat. Only then did he put his focus on Tarsa, as a few guards came into the room and turned on the light, illuminating the room.

"Are you okay?" Damon gathered Tarsa in his arms and checked on her quickly. His eyes darkened when he saw scratches along her right arm and shoulder.