CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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Amendiel bursts into the castle. He holds a motionless Faelyn close to his chest.
Hearing the faint beat of Faelyn's heart prompts Amendiel to move even faster, the gruesome sight of the blood continuing to seep out of Faelyn's thighs pushing him over to the edge, and he is on the verge of losing control.
"Get the healer immediately," Amendiel orders, his voice cracking with uncontained emotions.
"She's already waiting inside," Sanaya responds, glancing down at the beaten body of Faelyn and her face turns a sickly shade of white.
Amendiel paces like an untamed wild beast in a cage, watching basin upon basin of water, all drenched in his mate's blood, being taken out. The healer pulls out a mixing bowl and attempts to feed Faelyn, but her mouth remains frozen shut.
Amendiel hastily grabs the paste from the healer, crouching down beside Faelyn, patting her cheek in a manner so tender compared to the turmoil raging in his heart.
