My head throbbed like shit.
Batshit crazy.
Fuck—
I could feel sothing pulsing in my skull as I tried opening my eyes.
My limbs felt real heavy, and my throat was as dry as it could be.
The faint mory of the book—the glowing lingered in my mind, hazy and incomplete.
"NOAH!"
The sound of my na, sharp and panicked, pulled further out of my brain.
I groaned as I felt my shoulders being jerked up and down with a surprising force.
My eyes fluttered open, only to be t with the frantic face of my Grandma, Sylvie, looming over .
"What the hell...?" I muttered weakly, my voice rough.
"Oh, thank the gods," she breathed out, though her relief was short-lived.
She shook again, none too gently. "Wake up properly, you stubborn boy! What happened? Did you feel it?"
I blinked, trying to focus on her words, but they felt like a distant echo in my ears.
My mories of the last few monts—or hours—were a ss.
The book, the blood, the overwhelming glow... it all mixed into my brain like a chocolate smoothie.
"Quit shaking your head like that and answer !" Ma snapped, her tone sharp but laced with worry.
She was still in the floral frock she'd worn to the market earlier, though it was slightly crumpled now.
Her face, however, was a different story—eyes wide with panic, lips pressed into a thin line, and brows furrowed like a storm cloud.
"Ma, stop!" I managed to rasp out, patting weakly at her hands as she gave one last, firm shake.
My body jolted up, and the haze in my mind began to clear.
"Thank goodness," she muttered, taking a step back.
"Now, tell . Did you feel anything strange? Anything at all?"
Her question sent a shot of adrenaline through , and my eyes darted to the table where it had been placed.
The book.
The Book of Sin.
It was gone.
Where the hell did it go? I scread internally as my stomach dropped.
I tried to make the straightest face possible as I faced her, trying to mask the panic that threatened to spill over.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I said carefully, avoiding her gaze as I rubbed the back of my neck.
Sylvie's sharp eyes bore into , clearly not buying my half-assed attempt at nonchalance.
"Don't you dare lie to , boy," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
But after a long, tense mont, she let out another sigh, and the heavy aura surrounding her seed to fade.
She turned and walked over to my bed, picking up the half-empty bottle of water beside my bed.
Without hesitation, she uncapped it and took a long swig.
The sight was so absurd that, for a mont, I forgot about the missing book.
"What the—Ma, that's my water!" I said, exasperated.
"Do you see caring?" she shot back, wiping her mouth with the back of the hand.
Her gaze flicked back to , narrowing as she noticed my wandering eyes scanning the room. "What are you looking for?"
"Nothing," I said quickly, too quickly. My mind raced as I tried to think of where the book had disappeared.
Did it vanish?
Was it stolen?
Or... did it do sothing even worse?
Sylvie Grandma's skeptical look deepened. She crossed her arms and leaned against the backrest of the bed, watching like a hawk.
"Out with it, boy. It's not like you've gotten so girl pregnant or sothing, is it?" she said, her tone half-joking.
I froze, my brain short-circuiting at her words. "What? No!" I sputtered, my face heating up.
Sylvie raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "You're awfully defensive for soone who hasn't done anything."
"Ma, seriously!" I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
Her expression shifted slightly, a flicker of genuine concern crossing her features. "Wait... don't tell you actually—"
"No!" I cut her off, my voice louder than I intended. "Gods, Ma, no. Just stop!"
She let out a huff, though her shoulders relaxed slightly. "Well, good. Because I'm too young to be a great-grandma, and I'm definitely not babysitting."
I buried my face in my hands, wishing for the ground to swallow whole.
"Can we not talk about this?" I muttered.
Sylvie's sharp laugh rang out, but the tension still lingered.
I did not know what had exactly happened, but seeing her reaction, it must have been big.
Unfortunately, that thought did nothing but stress more.
The book was behind this.
I was sure of it-
I could feel the weight of her gaze as I resud my subtle search of the room, my mind racing with curses.
'Where the hell is that damn book?' I thought, my frustration increasing.
Weirdly, Grandma's patience ran thinner than mine as she rolled her eyes and straightened up.
"Out with it, Noah. Whatever's got you acting like a guilty little squirrel, spill it. Now."
I hesitated, debating whether to tell her the truth.
But before I could make up my mind, she added, "It's not like you can keep secrets from , anyway.
I've known you since you were in diapers, rember?"
I let out a long sigh, realizing that I couldn't dodge her questions forever.
Slowly, I lifted my head and t her gaze.
"Have you seen that book?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. "The one Mom and Dad left for ?"
Ma's eyes widened slightly at the sudden question. "The book? No... why? Is sothing the matter?"
Her genuine confusion only made my chest tighten as I swallowed hard, debating my next words.
Then, deciding to rip the bandage off, I looked her straight in the eye and confessed,
"I found the cure to my empty physique."
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A/N: Heyoo ppl, this is the daily Chapter upload.
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