A fire?
Nina stopped. She turned around and looked at the TV screen that showed James'' secret base.
The small bar had been burned into a charred ruin, and the broken bottles scattered on the ground were ck. The sound equipment looked like it exploded.
"Did I cause that fire?" Nina pressed her lips tightly. She waspletely aware of what kind of person she could be when she got drunk.
When she had too much to drink, she went crazy and picked fights and set fires.
There was a fire.
Perhaps she had also beaten some people.
Obviously, John was not one of those people because he was in the room now and sleeping in one piece. There was only one other possibility.
James and his friends...
Nina panicked. How could they have withstood her fists?
"My phone. Where is my phone?" Nina was wearing a night robe, and her phone was not in her pocket. She began to look for it in the hall.
Nine barked in the distance, picked up Nina''s phone, and trotted to her.
Nina was still a little afraid of Nine. She just held Nine i
take care of others.
She should be taken care of. He could not let her take care of others.
It was humiliating for him.
"No, I have to go. It was all my fault. I have to take care of those I hurt," Nina insisted. A deep sense of responsibility and ountability shed in her beautiful eyes.
Seeing that she was so persistent, John came up with an alternate n.
"You have to take care of those you beat?" His lips spread in a sly smile, and mischief shed in his eyes. John moved his legs, which felt a little numb.
Nina fell asleep on him the entire night, making him unable to move. A slight movement would have woken her up. He was frozen in one position for nine straight hours. That was why his legs were numb.
"Yes. That''s what I''ve been telling you. I won''t pass the buck."
"Great." John looked straight into Nina''s eyes and spoke in a serious tone. "You beat me all the wayst night, too, and I can''t move my legs now. Since you hurt me, you''re responsible for taking care of me. At least until I can walk again."