The pill rested in Aiden's hand.
He explained that it was something his grandfather had left behind before vanishing four years ago.
But the old man had only spoken of its effects, not its side effects — and then disappeared, his whereabouts still unknown.
Selina's eyes were resolute as she stared at the porcelain vial holding the pill.
"Give me the medicine. I'm not afraid."
Aiden's hand froze in midair. He hesitated for a long time, then suddenly jerked back, tucking the vial behind him.
He averted his gaze.
"Selina, pretend I never mentioned this today. I'll find another way to restore your face."
Selina's head snapped toward him.
"Second Brother!"
"I can't gamble with your life," Aiden said sharply. "Who knows what kind of side effects this pill has? If something happens to you, what are we supposed to do?"
