Leon hadn't known that showing interest in those books would provoke such an outrageous reaction. He'd thought that since he already had to fight for his life next, nothing could possibly be worse, as those were just books.
But I was proven so wrong. That wasn't a fight. That was going to be an execution.
And he'd survived it solely because of her intervention.
She threw herself between me and that monster. Literally.
Leon couldn't help but feel genuinely touched as Crimson finally got up from on top of him, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell fast, and she kept glancing back at the tent like she expected the man to appear again at any second.
Leon pushed himself upright, palms scraping against dirt. His hands shook—small tremors he couldn't control.
Leon stood up slowly, still shaken from the near-death experience. Using his hands, he repeatedly gestured frantically at Crimson, trying desperately to thank her for saving his life just moments ago.
