"Oh! Right," Kisha finally reacted, a beat too late. Realizing her mistake, she quickly pulled a vial of shimmering blue liquid from her inventory and handed it to Keith. "Here, drink this first. You'll be good as new in no time."
Keith eyed the suspicious liquid in Kisha's hand before looking up at her, his skepticism evident. For some reason, resentment bubbled up inside him—was she not even truly worried about him?
If this had been before, just scraping his knee would have been enough to send her into a panic, fussing over him as if the world were ending.
But now? She looked mildly embarrassed for hitting him too hard, maybe a little concerned, but not nearly as frantic as he expected.
His gaze shifted to Duke, who was still laughing on the sidelines, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Keith narrowed his eyes.
'It must be because of him,' he thought bitterly. 'This man stole her love for me.'
