Chapter 87 Traces Of Blood Pt1

• [THEANA]
• "NO." I shook my head repeatedly at Arcel. I held his arm. “Not because I feel fear, I can't accept who you really are, Arcel. Maybe I didn't sign up for this when we first met, but I can embrace whatever you are, just like how you embraced me for who I am."
• I took a deep breath. The fear slowly disappeared as I stared at Arcel. As much as I wanted to know how his father and brother viewed him when he was a kid, I won’t ask about it for now.