Chapter Seventeen
“How is she?” Brogan quietly asked, stepping into the room.
“Resting,” Barrack replied, looking up from his place on the bed next to Delilah.
Brogan sat down on the edge of the bed and cupped her limp hand in his. Her fingers were warm. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Her expression was peaceful.
“Has she woken at all?” he asked, looking at his brother.
Barrack shook his head. “No,” he replied.
Brogan bowed his head. It had been over twenty-four hours since Delilah had collapsed and stopped breathing. She would have died immediately if not for their symbiots’ swift reactions.
At first, they had believed her collapse was due to a delayed effect of the Dragon’s Fire. The changes had been hard on her body. Guilt had plagued him most
