Elena’s POV
Panic flooding my veins, I rushed over to my door and knocked. A moment later, it opened, and my guard peered at me warily through the crack—still in my nightgown, barefoot and wild-eyed.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Is Ivy alright? Can you check on her?”
My guard furrowed his brow. “What?”
“Just check on her!” I insisted. “Please, it’s urgent! I promise I’ll behave—I just need to know if she’s okay.”
My guard hesitated for a moment, but finally left briefly to check Ivy’s nursery. I paced my room, gnawing worriedly on my lower lip. Was Ivy sick again? Was it worse this time? Even if I had to reveal my healing ability, I would do it if it meant getting to see her—and getting to heal her, if that was even possible.
The minutes seemed to tick on forever while I waited for my guard to
