504: THEY WILL BE IN A BETTER PLACE

THEY WILL BE IN A BETTER PLACE

There, another nightmare, with the same thing that happened over and over again. He had been reviving this horrendous scene in so many nights, where he could feel her disgusting hand on him and hear what she said to his ear. Her disgusting scent, her repulsing laugh, her sickening voice… kept repeating in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. 

Some time, they were getting louder. 

Will suddenly opened his eyes and caught a hand that tried to touch him. He could sense it, because of their presence, he could wake up from that dreadful moment in his head. 

He was about to go violence against whoever this person, who was trying to touch him, yet their scent hit him first before he could do anything harmful. This was a familiar scent that he was fond of. 

"Will…" Hanna called his name, she looked surprised to see the hostility in his eyes, but then her lips split into a beautiful grin. "Good afternoon. You overslept."

Will felt his mouth became so dry to think what he was going to do to Hanna if he didn't notice her in time. This wouldn't do… he was a danger for her…

"Don't be too close when you wake me up," Will said in small voice, almost like a mumbling. He pushed himself from the bed and sat down. 

Hanna could feel the pain in her heart intensified, but she kept smiling at him. "Okay. Here. You skipped breakfast, I don't want to wake you up because you look so tired, but it's already noon and you need to eat something."

Hanna looked like her cheerful self, but deep down, she was picking pieces of her broken heart. Her heart was shattered when she learned what happened to him. No matter how much tears she shed, she would never be able to wash away her sorrow. Her heart broke for him. 

She wanted to kill the princess and thanked whoever dark magic user, who had cursed her. The thought was unsettling, since she was not a violence person. 

"I have cooked this for you, try it." Hanna took a bowl of soup from the tray and handed it over to Will. "Amee said, it's good to nurse back your health."

Will said nothing, he stared at the soup with expression that devoid from any emotions and Hanna tried harder to get him back. She was afraid he would withdraw from her again. 

"You need to finish it, so you will have the energy for tonight," Hanna said again, trying her hardest to get his attention. 

"Tonight?" Will lifted his head and Hanna didn't miss this opportunity. 

"Yes, tonight will be a funeral for the fallen warriors, it will not be something extensive, but miss Iris thought they deserved a proper farewell." Hanna was a little bit sad. She knew some of the warriors and was even close with the two of them. 

Will stared at her for a while, before he stretched out his hand and brushed his thumb under her eyes. "You have been crying," Will stated. 

Hanna bit her lip, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She was sad for what happened to the fallen warrior and those people, who lost their love one, but her deepest sadness rooted from the information she just learned about him. 

"I am so sad… I am very sad…" Hanna said in trembling voice. "I feel so sorry… I hope I can do something… my heart is broken…" Tears escaped her eyes and she couldn't hold them back. 

Seeing her like this, Will pressed his lips, he put aside the soup and pulled her into a warm hug. He patted her back, while Hanna cried her heart out. 

"It's okay… they will be in a better place."

I hope, so did you…

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Iris reached her limits when she overworked herself to arrange a proper funeral for the fallen warrior and then helped in the tent, if it was not for Amee's reminder, she wouldn't have returned to her and Cane's bedroom. 

However, once she was alone, her tiredness came rushing like a shocking wave and she was unable to handle it. Her body gave up, as she fell to the ground and her head hit the floor quite hard, yet, Iris was no longer felt the pain, since everything turned dark so fast. 

And the next thing that she realized when she gained her consciousness again was a chirping bird and this warm and callous hand that held hers. 

She opened her eyes and found Cane was staring at her. He looked so haggard to say the least, even worst than the last time she saw him. 

"Good… morning," she said in soft voice, glancing at the blue sky. She quickly read the situation and could tell right away what the caused of Cane's stress. 

"It's afternoon," Cane corrected her curtly, his voice was so dark and tight, as if he was going to lash out, but he was holding himself back from doing so. 

"Oh."

There was silence befell inside the room and Iris felt uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. "Didn't I tell you not to overwork yourself? I can't always keep my eyes on you, Iris." There were a lot of things he needed to handle. "You have to know your limit and not to overstep it."

Cane looked so mad and this was the first time he nagged at her.  1

"I am sorry…" Iris pushed herself off the bed and Cane helped her, he carefully piled pillows behind her back so she could sit comfortably, despite continuing to scold her. 

"You don't know how mad I was when I saw you on the floor and you have been there for an hour." Cane didn't raise his voice, but Iris could feel his anger. 

"I am sorry." Iris looked remorseful. 

"I don't want you to be sorry, I want you not to do it again." Cane put his finger under her chin and lifted her head. Probably this became a habit for him, despite the fact Iris was able to hear now. "I want you to promise me this."

"I promise."

"What you do promise?"

"I will not overwork myself again." Iris looked like a child, who was being scolded harshly for doing something so bad. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Very." Cane didn't even try to hide it. 

Iris blinked her eyes, trying to think of something to please him and then leaned over to kiss his cheek, trying to placate the angry alpha. "Don't be angry, I promise I will not overwork myself again." Iris kissed his other cheek. 

"Do you really think you can get away with this?" His scary expression didn't even soften with two kisses on his cheeks. 

Iris bit her lip and then touch her head. "My head is hurt…" 

"You are fine a moment ago," Cane stated, he could see through her, but even so, he stood up and walked toward the door. "I will ask someone to bring your meal and your medicine," he said in stern voice when Iris tried to stop him from leaving. "There is no excuse not to finish it."

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