Eden gasped in pain, a teardrop escaping down his cheek as he clutched Adrian's hands, which were wrapped firmly around him. He gripped them tighter, as if the pressure could somehow ease the stabbing ache coursing through his body.
Adrian stared at Eden, now cradled in his arms, his own expression clouded with shock and confusion.
He couldn't comprehend it. He didn't understand why Eden had gone to such extremes to save him. It made no sense at all.
First, Eden had saved him from those who wanted him dead. And now he had saved him again—by taking a blade meant for Adrian.
The act left Adrian questioning every belief he had ever held about Eden.
"Why would you do that…?" he heard himself ask, his voice low but edged with disbelief. "Why did you take the stab for me? It makes no sense…"
Eden was already pale with pain, but still he forced a faint smile. "Maybe… it's because you were too handsome to watch being stabbed…?"
