CHAPTER 12
Larissa's POV
I felt my heart in my chest staring at all the weapons littered in the bright room, completely frozen in fear and surprise. There were blood trails on the concrete floor and whatever walls peeked through were painted grey. The said walls were coated with multiple racks of swords and guns and arrows. By a tall shelf were smaller knives, and it scared the hell out of me when he wouldn't stop staring at it. Was he going to stab me with them? The possibilities were endless.
Slowly, I shifted my attention to him sitting cross legged on the ground, only then did I notice the box of first aid supplies beside him and him low grounts while pinching his nostrils. He must really be hurt, the cut on his idle arm was refusing to dry up.
"Oh my, how exactly did you get so hu
