Chapter 941
Kyrian seemed a bit slight compared to Derek's battle-hardened physique. But his baby fat had long since vanished, replaced by firm, lean muscles forged through relentless field training.
With a frown, he instinctively tried to pull away.
Just then, a voice he hadn't heard in over three years—a voice so achingly familiar—sounded next to his ear, soft as a sigh. "Congratulations."
He froze in place, his eyes widening as he thought, "I must've misheard. Totally. How could this masked stranger possibly be—"
Tabitha slowly released him. Her gaze fell on the blood seeping from his forearm, and her expression immediately darkened. "You're hurt?"
Still too stunned to process what was happening, Kyrian answered mechanically, "It's nothing serious."
"Even a small wound can get infected if you ignore it. Come with me. I'll bandage it." Without giving him a chance to refuse, Tabitha grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the infirmary beside the camp.
As soon as the door shut behi

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