Chapter 70 Last Night in White River Village

"No, I don't need you to do anything for me!" I was so nervous that I almost choked, "Don't leave me, don't!" "

As I tried to squeeze Leon's hand, a heavy sense of exhaustion swept over me. Suddenly I was lying limply on the table, conscious only of my head.

Oh damn it. Leon must have been drugged, and it is no wonder he did not take a sip. Why should he do this to me?

Then I saw Leon get up from his chair, and he went around behind me, and took me up with both hands, and laid me on the bed. I lay down on the bed and watched him carefully cover me with the quilt, and then Leon sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me very tenderly.

"Listen to me, when I was 16, I was badly wounded in a fight. While in a coma, I was haunted by nightmares. In my dreams, I am trapped in a dark, cold world, surrounded by the whispers of the undead. It was the first time I had felt fear, and yet it came just as the darkness was