Chapter Thirty-One
Searon massaged Anaela’s back with one of his hands as she clung to him tight. Relief flooded over him now that she had awoken.
“I thought I was dead … I thought she killed me,” she whispered.
“It was the poison. It gave you a fever and put you into a coma.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Four days,” Searon said.
She gulped. “How is everything?”
“The same as you last saw it. When I came, Arria fled.”
Anaela’s mouth fell open. She gazed into his eyes, becoming lost in a daze. “You saved me …”
“I only did for you as you would do for me. Despite what you say, Anaela … I can see it in your eyes.”
“I …”
She shifted in his arms before scrambling out of them. Her body remained weak, and she would have collapsed if Searon hadn’t caught her. With a glare at him, she welc
