Chapter 98

Scarlett I was awakened by the sound of ragged breathing. I immediately opened my eyes and was alert, especially that we are alone in this forest and we still don’t know where we are and if there are any dangerous individuals who were roaming around in this forest—just like the rogues we had heard last night. I immediately looked up at Lucien’s, whose head was tilted back against the tree trunk, sweat dripping from his temple despite the cold night air. His shirt clung to his chest, damp with his blood. My heart shook and hurriedly cheek on his forehead then compared it to his. As expected, he was hotter. It wasn’t just my imagination that I felt like something hot was hugging me. His jaw was locked tight, teeth gritted as if he wanted to hide the fact that he was in pain. “Lucien,” I whispered, reaching out to him, gently patting his cheeks. His eyes flickered open, hazy with pain, but the familiar stubborn fire still burned in them. “Go back to sleep,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You