(...continued from the previous chapter)
Kieran was about to bark back some supper inappropriate retort…But…he didn't get the chance.
His lips parted…and then stopped as if on its own accord.
His jaw clenched. Eyes fluttered shut.Body slumped.Almost like he was a marionette!
Just for a moment.
And then he staggered.
It was so subtle at first that Velor didn't register it. But Mango did. She reached forward.
"Kieran, you alright?"
He didn't respond.
His brows knit tighter… as if something inside him was… shifting. Distorting.
Then, his hand shot out…gripping the edge of the bench beside Mango.
Velor straightened immediately. "Oi!"
Kieran's head bowed, chest tightening. His breathing turned shallow.
"Kieran?!" Mango's voice rose…sharper now."What's happening?!"
Then came a voice that was definitely not his…Not even close.
It was a girl's voice. Young. Strained. Terrified.But the voice did speak through Kieran's mouth.
