"Are you just going to dawdle?" Daemon barked in front. As usual, he was ordering me to do something. "Or am I going to have to carry you?" "No, I'm just sore!" I exclaimed back, wincing at the pain. My arms took so much damage, and I felt so weak. I just wanted to die. "You can die after we complete this task," he uttered, pacing on ahead. "I thought you couldn't understand my thoughts properly?" I seethed, glaring at him. "Most of the time," he mocked, turning his head, to smirk at me. I rolled my eyes and hugged myself. Desperately wanting the pain to leave my body. As I kept waddling awkwardly down the silent street, I ran into someth