AVELORA
The smell of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol did absolutely nothing to wash away the scent that still cluung to the back of my throat.
We had made it to the academy infirmary. The collision against the tree did what I had struggled to do, brought Khyrix back to a state of fragmented consciousness. He had managed to keep it together as we made it to the infirmary
Now, he was lying on an examination bed in the private wing, hooked up to an IV drip that was pumping fluids into his veins.
I stood near the door, my hands tucked into the pockets of my sweater to hide the tremors in my fingers. Natalia stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall. Her beauty was marred by a thin cut on her cheekbone from the airbag deployment, and her designer jacket was torn at the shoulder, but th
