AVELORA
Khyrix stayed there unmoving, his hand flat on my neck. I could see the traces of the fever physically receding from his skin. As if my touch had some healing power that could actively put Torin to sleep.
His blood shot eyes slowly drained back to their usual colour as his shoulder sagged.
"The car," I murmured, my back pressed against the closed door, my arms wrapped tightly over my chest to stop the lingering adrenaline shivers. "The leather, the display, everything was an exact, play-by-play replica of what I saw in the forest."
"What did you see?"
"That you were unconscious in the back seat of a car and we crashed over a cliff." I explained as casually as I could. I could see the tension snap back on place.
"Why didn't you tell me this?" He demanded, voice turning ch
