Chapter 38 A Request

• BAEKALIS’ POV
• I stared at the ceiling, absent mindedly twisting and turning the silver ring on my left ring finger, feeling the foreign object. I took a deep breath in, my chest swelling before it went back to its original size as I exhaled a puff of air.
• I turned my head to the side, watching as Cyrus slept peacefully shirtless, his arms underneath his head as he laid on his side, his fist still curled as if he was preparing to punch anyone at any given moment.