Seventy Nine

KALILA’S POV

I was so worried and tensed when Ares dropped to the floor. For a second I thought he was having a terrible heart attack, the way he had suddenly fell to the floor shook my nerves greatly. Was it me? Was I the cause of what was happening to him? There was no one else in the mansion that could help me, did it have to be now? When no one else was around? I paced up and down after wrapping a robe around myself, my heart was racing with fear.

“Calm down, Kalila. You need to ease your mind.” Nova said.

“What do you mean? He might be dead or something. I’m so frightened right now, what if he’s actually dead? What about my quest?” I exclaimed.

“You’re not thinking straight.” Nova said and I couldn’t disagree, I wasn’t. “Look at him, he’s breathing, he’s fine. Help him up to the bed first.”

I looked at Ares’s magnificent figure lying limply on the ground, how in the world was I supposed to lift him? I didn’t have such capacity. I tried to lift him up by his shoulders, bu