Beware of the Red Thread - Chapter 22
Then, pugh! The shoulder that had been grabbed was freed along with the sound. The tingling sensation like static electricity in front of my nose disappeared.
What? When I opened my eyes, Laytan flew away and grabbed his nose, and a familiar back was standing in front of me. He snarled as he raised his black wings menacingly and raised his scythe.
“Fuck, why are you touching someone else’s stuff?”
It was Abel whom I saw after almost a week.
