Page 101 of Quest for her Knights
“Let’s go back and check on Elora,” I say as we turn and jog back to the castle.
When we arrive, there’s no sign of Blaze, but a small black mark in the middle of the courtyard tells me he was able to burn the herbs.
Back in the room, we find her lying with her head in Draven’s lap, Blaze kneeling in front of her.
“How is she?” I ask, quickly moving closer.
“She’s asleep,” Blaze whispers. “I’m not sure if it worked yet.”
We watch her in silence for a few minutes before Ranger quietly speaks. “Someone in this castle did that to her.”
“Gerald and Rusty definitely seemed suspicious to me,” I say, remembering how sketchy they were.
“I think it’s time to clear out the staff. They’ve overstayed their welcome.”
“You can’t kill them,” Blaze reminds him.
“I know. But I won’t have them anywhere near Elora. I’ll send for new help.”
I have no idea how he’s going to do that, but Ranger has his ways.
Right now, I’m determined not to leave her side until I can see she’s feeling better.
“You think it’s a good thing?” I ask Blaze as I stroke Elora’s hair where she lies in my lap.
“Her coloring looks better, she’s not as pale. So hopefully she’s not waking up because she’s healing.”
She’s been unconscious for almost twenty-four hours, and if it wasn’t for the fact that her cheeks had started to get some pink back to them, and when I lay my ear against her heart, it sounds stable and strong, I think we’d be freaking out a lot more.
“Come on, sweetheart. Time to wake up, now,” I whisper, stroking the back of my finger down her cheek.
The tiniest moan escapes her lips as she turns into my touch.
“Elora?” I ask, cupping her whole cheek as I lean over her.
“Mmm,” she moans again.
“Open those beautiful hazel eyes for me, sweetheart.” Her eyelids flicker. “I miss you,” I whisper as I try to patiently wait for her to wake up.
“Arrow?” she whispers, her voice hoarse and raspy.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m here. We’re all here.” At the sound of her voice, everyone moves closer from where they were sitting close by.
Finally, with what looks like great effort, her eyes open and she blinks a few times, staring up at me.
“Arrow,” she sighs, as if she’s relieved to see me.
“How do you feel?”
She frowns and looks away, as if she’s really considering my question.
“I’m tired and my head hurts.”
“What about your chest and your stomach?” Blaze asks.
“My chest… it doesn’t hurt,” she looks up at me in surprise.
“And your stomach?” I ask.
