Amara’s pov
I hadn't seen him moving in my direction with, maybe because of the speed he used. All I felt had been his arms holding me tightly and his back hitting the ground instead of mine, he let out a painful breath before turning me over to face him.
"Are you okay?" He had to ask if I was okay while I could see blood seeping from the side of his head. I nodded looking at the trail of blood running down the side of his face while he scrutinized me with his gaze to check if I was actually okay and for the second time, I saw that Orian wasn't healing fast enough which wasn't a really good thing.
"You are fine." He was relieved to see that I wasn't hurt and didn't bother removing his arms from me despite a few of his men standing close by.
I looked in their direction reddening in emba
