Chapter 138 - Did I Kill Him?! (1/2)

Blaise didn't like this town. He wished they could have pressed forward without stopping. There were unsavory-looking characters everywhere he looked and Abby was too beautiful for her own good.

He had already seen multiple people eyeing her over the past few hours. Each time he drew a little closer to her to give them the message to back off.

Unfortunately he couldn't be with her every second. She made him wait around the corner when she excused herself to use the outhouse. There was nothing he could do about it because that was something a person had to do alone.

Blaise waited anxiously for her to come back for over ten minutes. Finally losing his cool, he went to go knock on the door and make sure nothing bad had happened but she was already gone.

How? How had she vanished when he was within earshot?

Instinctively, he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he went looking for her. Why hadn't he listened to his instincts and let her convince him to walk so far away? He had known something bad was going to happen!

The traders said they were going to set out before sunset to find a place to camp. Blaise didn't have much time to find Abby or they would be left behind.

But that hardly seemed to matter at the moment. She was missing. Anything could be happening to her right now and he wouldn't be able to stop it unless he found her quickly. That stubborn woman! She had no sense of caution whatsoever.

Thankfully he was able to pick up the sound of something breaking in a nearby alleyway. Upon further investigation, Blaise discovered she had managed to get out of her captor's grip and smash a nearby flowerpot on his head.

Abby stood there with wild eyes, her chest heaving, still frozen in place with her arms above her head. She seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating. ”Did I kill him?!”

To relieved to care even if she did, he checked the prone man's pulse. ”No. There is no blood either. I believe you simply knocked him out.”

She crumpled to her knees and Blaise rushed over to help her up. ”Good. The last thing I needed today was to commit manslaughter. But my legs won't stop shaking so I don't think I'll be moving for a while.”

He wasn't about to leave her here in this filthy alley where she'd had a traumatic experience. Plus they truly did need to get back to camp if they were to continue their journey in the caravan.

”With your permission, Miss Abby, I could carry you. Our group intends to depart soon.”

She sighed. ”I suppose it can't be helped. Thanks.”

Blaise lifted her with ease. She wasn't at all heavy but for some reason his knees began to feel weak as well. Was her shock somehow passing to him? He had been quite anxious when she went missing.