Love At The Wrong Table

“Perish! You’re all going to perish!”

Yosef’s eyes darkened, his demeanor shifting into a sinister aura, transforming him into something otherworldly.

Abellyn shivered in fear.

Blake finally understood that a dark force inhabited this man, explaining his eerie presence.

“Go, you wench! Run!” Blake snapped, urging Abellyn to flee for her life.

Yosef lunged at her with a broomstick!

“D*mn it!”

Blake couldn’t stand by as Abellyn faced danger, so he bravely stepped in to shield her from Yosef’s attack.

However, Yosef’s agility surpassed his own, allowing him to swiftly evade Blake and position himself in front of Abellyn.

Abellyn was so frightened that she almost wet herself, quickly turning and running away!

She knew all too well that this man intended to take her life!

Yosef aimed to strike a fatal blow at her back, determined to erase her existence!

But in a crucial moment, Blake intervened, deflecting Yosef’s broomstick with his nunchaku, granting Abellyn a chance to flee!

opportunity, Yosef delivered a finger

searing sensation in his abdomen, as if it were on

the

out of the window and fled for his

scoundrel actually turned the tables on me. I refuse to accept

me! Somebody,

in a panic, her cries for help echoing through the neighborhood, stirring

was a bad person. Instead, they were

in a wheelchair wheeled towards her, his voice thundering, “Where do you think

“R… Ryder?”

face drained of color, trapped in

Ryder, this paralyzed man, truly follow me all the way here from

must he persist? What did I do to deserve this, besides

end

grip on reason, swung his hand

their divorce some time ago, the dynamics of their argument still felt familiar to them.

“G-Go to hell!”

his wheelchair as a shield against the approaching Yosef, and then

I can’t face the young swordsman, but dealing with this aged adversary might be within

a scream echoed from

around, only to witness

“What… is happening…”