With a thud, the group fell on the field. The grass in the field was soft like carpets that had been tanked in the entire field.
Deena cradled Chloe's unconscious body carefully in her arms. She didn't want to assume anything. She knew if Chloe happened to receive any harm when she was in the bureau, she would be blamed for it.
Either from Beatrice who was running towards them with doctors, or Chloe's husbands whom she knew better to fear.
Maybe from her own mother who loves Chloe deeply but hides it, or Chloe's father whom is feared by the empire.
She sighed.
Her father died when she was still young. At five. So she learned to adapt to everything, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know what is happening. She always knows. She just doesn't say.
"What's wrong with her?" a mer doctor asked as he tried to pry Deena's hand off. She didn't let go, despite her own weakness. Her arms were shaking. Her face was pale. But she held on.
