Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master

Chapter 107 Out Of Control

Allison left her place with two servants. When she got out of the door, she told Lena's servant to leave,

who had been waiting outside, and she assured that she would ask her maids to walk Lena back.

The servant followed her orders and left.

Rocky was led to Allison's room after a while. As he reached the door, the servant who'd taken him

there bowed and gestured for him to enter the room, after which she left him there alone.

Rocky entered the room, only to find it empty. He felt like he had been fooled. Just then, a slight groan

caught his attention. He turned back out of curiosity and walked to the source of the sound. It was

coming from near the bed. Carefully, he removed the tulle that encircled the bed. To his surprise, a

slender figure writhed in the large bed.

"Lena!" It took him a second to recognize her, but even after he did, he couldn't figure out why she was

here. He leaned in closer to check if something was wrong with her. Her pretty face was red, glowing

with the beads of perspiration that decorated her forehead.

Rocky extended his hand and put it on her forehead to feel her temperature. Feeling her burning hot

skin, he knitted his eyebrows together in concern. Under his breath, he murmured, "Definitely a fever...

But why is Lena in Consort Allison's room? And why does Consort Allison want me here? It's all so

strange!"

While he wondered what was going on, a suspicious figure walked over the room's roof. Rocky heard a

tile crack as the figure moved slightly but didn't pay much attention to it. Everything that followed was

almost noiseless. Whoever was on that roof was very sleek and experienced. The figure then took out

a bottle and carefully emptied the powder from it into a bamboo straw. He then placed the straw in the

crack in the tile and gently blew the powder into the room.

Everything was done perfectly and smoothly. In a matter of seconds, the colorless and odorless powder

spread in the air. Neither Lena, nor Rocky noticed anything. Soon, they were both breathing the powder

in without an ounce of knowledge.

The strange figure, done with the job, jumped into the air and fled in an instant. The bottle that he was

carrying was exactly the one Priest Dean had handed over to Prince Alston.

Rocky had no idea he had stepped right into their conspiracy. The only thing he was concerned about

right now was Lena's fever and what he could do to alleviate it. He looked at her anxiously, and realized

there was no time to waste. He needed to call a doctor right away.

As he turned around to walk out, Lena's hand grasped his arm desperately. Rocky froze in his place,

and turned around to look at her. She was getting up now, staring at him with a lustful look. She was

panting for breath, her chest moving up and down very fast.

"Lena, are you all right?" Rocky asked, tensed. Her sudden movements made him panic. He had no

idea what to do with her.

All of a sudden, Lena threw herself over him, flipping him onto the bed.

Everything happened so fast that Rocky did not even get the time to process it. He looked into her

eyes, sure that something about them was different. She had now started to tremble. He had no idea

what was happening to her.

"Lena, I'm sorry..." said Rocky. He didn't want to take advantage of a girl while she was sick. He slipped

from under her in a hurry. Almost instantly, Lena grabbed his neck with both her hands.

Rocky froze on the spot, shocked to see Lena acting out like that.

Part of him was sure something shady was at play here. It looked like she was being manipulated or

controlled by someone else. He knew she wasn't a flirtatious person at all.

"Lena, cut it out!" Rocky yelled, trying to rid himself of her grip.

But Lena was out of control.

"No! I can't!" As he struggled to free himself, he started feeling suffocated. Soon, he started to lose

consciousness. He started having difficulty to breathe, and his body started to shake frantically.

Everything in front of his eyes became blurry.