Heather closed her eyes as blood sprayed at the side of her face.
She was also pulled back by the man as he was gripping her at her neck. As she was about to fall with him, her arm was pulled back up and her face ended up hitting a solid chest and the sandalwood scent instantly entered her nose.
She was not the least bit scared back then but she did feel secure when she was pulled into his embrace.
"Are you okay?"
His voice resounded above her head and she could feel and heard his fast heartbeat.
She was not scared but it seems that it was him who was actually in fear.
Not for himself but for her.
She felt warmth enter her heart upon realizing this, Cyrus was truly and honestly worried about her.
She looked up and smiled at him, "I told you, you can do it. All you have to do was to trust your own strength."
He placed his hand on her cheek that was not sprayed with blood, "You truly..."
