Zale took in Levi and Troy’s dishevelled appearances with raised eyebrows and without uttering a word, he made his way straight into Krystal’s room.
Sage and Ryker were at Krystal’s bedside, but that was not what caught his attention. The sight of Krystal made him stop in his tracks.
She had changed from the bloodied and mutilated cloth she wore before into a sleeveless shirt and pants and although she looked a bit pale, it was clear that she was much better and a bit of color was now back in her cheeks.
She even tried to sit up on the bed, but it was obvious that she was still in pain, making her lay back down.
“Krystal!” Zale exclaimed, rushing to her side. He took his seat before gently taking her hand which was now warm and pressing his lips to it.
“Zale. How do you feel now?”
