Chapter Thirty
“And I was told about this torture, that it was the Hell of carnal sins when reason gives way to desire.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
I had no idea how long I lay motionless on the red rug in the ballroom, using whatever energy I had stored to rescue George. He was dying, and I was too broken to even lift my eyelids. I would survive, but the young prince was in bad shape. The warmth of healing power drifted down, causing my body to tremble. The pain was settling in my bones though I tried to ignore it, hanging on to the one last positive memory in my drenched mind.
“Max… Max, is that you?” Arthur’s muffled voice asked. I kept breathing in and out, wondering if the agonising pain would ever ease. The fact that he was lying there next to me was calming. He was saf
