Ophelia did not know how much time went by as she sat leaning against Justin, allowing her pain and fear to course through her poison-infested veins.
“We need to get the poison out of her body.” Jasper whispered, breaking the silence.
Justin too, seemingly healed from his injuries, pulled a little back but still stayed in her arms as he gazed at her, “this will hurt a little, love.” He whispered, and she almost believed that it was her imagination because never had she heard anyone speak so softly to her.
With her eyes drooping with sleep, she nodded her head, “do what you have to.” She breathed.
Realizing that it was all the permission he was going to get, he adjusted her so that her back was now leaning against his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder and Justin nodded to Ja
