Maria.
The healer finally finished what felt like endless hours of treatment, and slowly, very slowly, Davian's fingers twitched against the sheets.
The moment that tiny movement happened, the tension in the room shifted instantly.
Adrien let out a breath that sounded almost broken with relief. Damien closed his eyes briefly, while Aidan gripped the edge of the bed tightly like his strength had nearly abandoned him completely.
And me?
I just sat there silently, staring at Davian's pale face while exhaustion weighed heavily on my body.
I felt weak.
My head throbbed painfully, and my body felt cold despite the warmth inside the room. The healer had taken so much of my blood that even breathing properly suddenly felt like a task.
At this rate, I really might end up looking like a ghost on my wedding day.
The thought irritated me instantly.
"Are you okay, Maria?" Adrien asked softly.
His voice carried genuine concern, and when I looked up, his eyes were fixed entirely on me.
