Otto was quiet; he was taking his time to give Anselm an answer. His eyes shifted to mine; in them were pity and regret. I could tell he was trying his best to help me out, he was buying some time for me and risking it all to save me even though he knew Anselm could kill him in a jiffy.

I managed to gather a bit of strength, my legs struggled to move, but in no time I had managed to get myself back on my feet.

"Forgive me," Otto said, heaving a heavy breath as he closed ...