Chapter 97 Traitor!

• Edison and I entered the dining hall once again with our hands clasped to each other. Before we opened the door, he gave me one feathery kiss on my lips, reminding me that everything would be alright.
• I thought I was in a nightmare when Edison gave the door a soft push, and I heard the slow creaking of the wooden door. I looked inside; my eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and my heart almost skipped a beat. The first thing I saw was the pair of green eyes of the person who was standing beside Edmund Carnell. His blade was on the throat of the old man.
• “Claire, GO!—”