Alex’s eyes settled on Amelia and he felt as if he’d been stabbed in the heart at the sight of her, sitting on the ground, staring straight ahead rocking back and forth, broken.
“Wait, healer.” Alex spoke softly and with effort pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on.
The healer who’d been about to lead Amelia away stopped and looked at him a question in his eyes as he backed away on Alex’s approach. Alex knelt in front of Amelia, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped her braid from her face. He leant forward and gently brushed his lips against her forehead.
You gave what little of you was left for me in the end. I probably would have fallen to Kevin if you hadn’t fought. Thank you. He spoke softly into her mind although he knew she wasn’t able to respond.
All that remain
