Aetius had lost count of how many times he had held his breath in Felix and Cornelia's presence. Out is shock, anger, or even anticipation. And once again, for the nth time, he felt it hard to breathe.
He felt his muscles contract and at the verge of shifting. Blaze was going crazy in his mind, scratching, clawing and digging in his flesh. Still it was less painful that what Felix had said.
A curse. On Cornelia!
He had too much information to process. His Cornelia was cursed? By some low-life so called jealous woman who loved her father? Fates had really f****d with them, they did a good job with their case.
He wished he could get a hold of the one who cursed Cornelia and strangle her to death. It would help him with the anger bubbling inside him. Cornelia's hand made a gentle squee
