Chapter 141 PAINKILLERS

Ethan clutched the dagger in between his palm and noticed that it was painted with dark red. Probably his woman's opponents’ blood. He rises himself from the floor. “Can you stretch out your left arm, babe?” He asked softening his voice.

“Y-yeah...” was her curt reply as she put an enormous force on her left arm to stretch it out. “Umhhh...” she howled under her breath pursing her lips to control the pain seeping down into her flesh.

Ethan then held the dagger and immediately took an action thinking that his woman had only a small wound on her arm. He run the daggers’ sharp blade on the hoodie’s sleeves and another layer of fabric came into his view.

“Hold on a little longer, babe...” he coaxe