CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE MEETING

　　DAHILA

　　And heck no, he won't leave me alone. Gumming to my side. He won't want me to stay out of his sight. He believes that I came from the land of the dead.

　　He knows how to fire me up. He assisted me in bathing, helped me put on my cream as he kept whining, checking every scar on my skin.

　　"Are you sure you got this before you were kidnapped, it looks fresh. How could he set out a whole squad of his guards to hunt you? I won't let him slide for doing that to you? Did he threaten to you?"

　　"No Davis,"

　　"But how come I don't know about this wound, I know all the wounds on your body, I know about the ones you will get in future, this looks new. It looks like they tortured you." I said pointing at a wound at her back,

　　"Davis."

　　"But look at it,"

　　Oh God! I've never seen Davis act this cute before. "Look at your fingers, how come they're so grown! Did they…"

　　"Davis, I'm fine."