Wildflower [3]

Through Becky's lens, Astrid had seen everything—the professor's display of skill and power, and the suspicious way the mansion servant stood by, almost as if he were waiting for something.

At first, it didn't seem like much. But the moment she felt the bloodlust coming from him, she knew.

He was about to kill the professor.

Without thinking, Astrid acted. 

Her instincts took over, and she suppressed him before he could make his move. 

She was furious—angry at the servant who had betrayed the Imperial Family by trying to harm the professor, who took it upon himself to kill the demon.

To Astrid, it was treason, plain and simple.

"How is he?" Charlotte, standing behind Astrid, asked.

"He's recovering," Astrid replied. "I applied magnetism to his bloodstream to improve circulation. It should help with the shock and internal injuries."

"Will he be okay?"

Astrid nodded. "He's tough. But he needs rest."

"Okay….."