Khael's POV
Time seemed to slow down and I watched in slow motion as he tipped forward ready to collapse.
I rushed forward to catch him like I could really do so, my heart beat wildly in my chest as I managed to stop him from falling to the ground.
"What the hell is this?" I thought in panic.
His brows were pulled tightly together and a soft groan escaped from his lips.
His hand was gripping the side of his stomach like he has been doing since I've been back.
What really happened at that place?
With low grunts and huffing, I managed to help him over to a couch. His head fell backwards as he sat down. I studied him for a few minutes as I was lost in what to do.
This was a great contrast to his usual self. He looked weak and vulnerable that it's almost unbelievable.
He was dressed in pajamas, and I moved forward unbuttoned his pajama top. Whatever that was hidden beneath it would be exposed once it's out of the way.
"No". He said suddenly and caught my hands.
