Follow him, or follow me

"Never," Alla declared, shaking her head. In comparison to the still bleeding wound on the back of his skull, her back injury seemed of trivial concern. "Your injuries are severe. We should seek immediate medical attention," she urged.

Her hands were stained with his blood. The striking crimson hue sent her mind spiraling back to the night five years prior when he'd been struck by a car. This realization amplified her guilt; both times, he had suffered grievous harm in his efforts to save her. Why was Keyon so determined to protect her?

"Agreed," Keyon affirmed, nodding at her. As he swept her across the banquet hall, several bodyguards caught sight of them and hurried to intervene. Seeing Keyon so grievously wounded, they were overcome with guilt for their failure to protect him, each one apologizing profusely.