I jumped awake as the door left me and I fell to the ground with a thump. I flinched from the light and pushed myself to sit up stiffly.
“Eleanor,” he sighed. “Come on, we need to get you washed up.”
Eli looped an arm beneath my shoulders and pulled me to stand. My eyes swept to where Michael laid only hours ago, it was covered with a blackened dry patch of blood and I felt my throat catch. I stood numbly, remaining still even after he gave a light tug to get me to move.
“Is he dead?” I rasped. “Is he?”
“He’ll be fine.”
“He’s alive?” I half cried out in joy, struggling to look around. “Where is he?”
“Resting upstairs.”
“I want to see him.”
“Eleanor, I don’t think-”
“I have to see him, you don’t understand.” I rasped panicked and pushed his arm away.
My legs wobbled as I rushed fo
