[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Match Made In Hell

The nightmares had started almost two weeks ago. They were haunting Xion, plaguing his mind with all the things he had left to rot.

It was not a pleasant experience at all, yet he welcomed them with open arms. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He needed to know everything that had resulted in this state.

The fleeting blips and visions always lingered just long enough to strangle him with the same helplessness he felt in those moments.

They seemed to take great pride in appearing at the most vulnerable moments, especially when Darius was away for a bit longer, and his anxiety of never seeing him again would spike.

Those dreams lunged at him with rage, teeth wide and sharp, ready to bite, as if screaming at him for forgetting all of it, for being so ignorant of the world.

There were those flickers where people died one by one. All of them were the servants of the Marquis’s house estate, or more accurately, the ones who actually tried to help him run away.

In the end, it was Marquis’s second wife who created a huge ruckus, nearly burning down the east side of the estate.

Bloodied and on the verge of collapse, Xion had taken that moment to escape.

The air brushed against his back where his limp wings were.

Unlike the freedom that came with spreading them wide, they only weighed on him.

He could still feel it all so vividly.

The sting of the stones piercing his soles, the blood dripping down his wounds, the howling of the animals hidden in the forest that oddly matched his own voice trapped in his throat.

While he rushed through the trees, he stumbled upon a cluster of tents right at the edge of the cliff.

Xion panicked even more. Humans were the last thing he wanted to see right now.

Perhaps his gasping was too loud in the still night, and the patrolling soldiers caught the sound.

Pure terror flooded his veins.

With tears crowding his vision, he dashed toward the dark carriage, almost invisible in the night.

It was empty as everyone was resting in the tents, which gave Xion enough space to hide.

The guards looked for a long time, and Xion lay curled up on the cold ground, straining his ears to hear their movements.

The exhaustion rushed in his veins, forcing his red-rimmed eyelids to stick together. No matter how he tried, they wouldn’t open.

So, he gave up, letting the fatigue win.

Hoping that no one would find him in this conspicuous carriage, he fell asleep on the hard floor.

The next time he woke up, instead of the cold floor, he was sleeping on a warm mattress.

The softness of the quilts and pillows felt so good that he didn’t even dare to open his eyes.

For a flicker of a moment, he wished he were back by his mother’s side.

He would lie on her lap, and she would gently pat his head, combing his hair.

The touch on his head was so vivid, so warm, he subconsciously nudged into it, seeking more.

"Awake?" A low voice drilled into his ears.

In an instant, his entire body tensed up. He looked up, fearing he wouldn’t see that golden shade of hair.

Instead, what greeted him was Silver and Green

Long, silky hair like liquid moonlight — just like Mr. Cat’s.

At least, the resemblance lessened his panic.

"I have been looking for you everywhere, little angel. Though you look different now."

Soren shattered that beautiful aurora on the floor and used the splintering glass to pierce into his wings. "How dare you give gifts to someone else! Me! Only think of me! Only give things to me!"

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