Chapter Thirteen
Searon stirred on the ground, feeling weak, while a haze clouded his mind. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he had a feeling it wasn’t good. When he turned his head, his vision began to focus. He saw Anaela lying on the ground next to him, her head turned the other way. He spun, crawled close to her, and rolled her over. Her eyes were closed and her hair covered most of her face. Searon gently wiped her hair away and studied her, savoring her beauty. He put his middle and index finger beneath her jaw and felt for a pulse. Her pulse was slow, but she was alive.
“Anaela …” Searon whispered.
She didn’t budge. He shook her shoulder, but she still didn’t move. Memories flooded back, and he remembered Arria attacking them. He had to go find Arria before it was too late.
