•Sylves•
"Come with me," I tell one of the maids as I carry Leiara back to her room.
Colson doesn't stop us or protest in any way. He simply lets me carry her away while he simply watches.
I do not have time to read his expression or to even see what kind of face he's exactly making. Not when I have Leiara to tend to right now.
The maid and I enter her room, and I lay Leiara back on the bed, very gentle. Her body dips into the bed, sluggish and weak.
Her breaths are labored, her chest rising and falling with a faint sound. Her expression is blank, as if her mind is elsewhere.
"You're gonna be okay," I assure her calmly.
"I'll start by tending to your wrist first and bandaging it."
I take her bruised hand softly and rest it on my lap. Then I turn to the bedside table for my suitcase, and that's when I realize I left it in the car.
