Though it was faint, he noted her murmur to his request yet it didn't pacify his anxiousness.
Davis' grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles turned white. His breathing turned shallow as Jessica's words echoed in his mind.
"I'm so tired... I need my beauty sleep."
Her voice had been playful, almost teasing, but Davis wasn't fooled.
He could hear it the tremor in her voice. "She wants to sleep, she is tired" he kept on murmuring to himself as if analyzing the meaning of the statements.
There is a tinge of exhaustion laced beneath her words, the way her breath came too fast, and uneven could only mean—She's hurt.
And the confirmation came when the male voice cut in.
"We are taking her to the base. The shadow guards with you will escort you safely to the base, so don't panic. She's just tired."
