Flora was shifted to the palace with all necessary medical equipment on the bedside table, a nurse and a doctor to examine her every hour. It was decided that the palace would be better for Flora than the hospital.
Sora stepped into the room. Zander followed closely behind, his face etched with a exhaustion that only a mate could feel. The rest of the family remained in the corridor.
"Zander, please. Take your mate's hand," Sora commanded softly as she took her seat in the velvet chair beside the bed.
Zander didn't hesitate. He reached out, his heart sinking as he felt the chill of Flora's skin, which was frighteningly cold.
Sora placed her palm against Flora's forehead. Almost instantly, an ethereal blue light began to pulse from her fingertips, then palm. Zander's eyes widened; he had heard of Sora's legendary healing gifts, but seeing the shimmering power of her magic in person was staggering.
