Chapter Thirty-Four (Isla)

I awoke to Anders standing beside me, holding my hand. As soon as I opened my eyes, he released my hand and anger flared, turning to rage. I jumped up and punched him in the chest, then dropped to the floor, taking out his legs, before jumping on top of him, knocking him to his back. I sat on him as I punched him repeatedly.

I screamed at him, “You bloody coward, how dare you do this to me!” as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

He grabbed my hands and demanded, “Stop it.”

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening and the position we were in, I jumped off him, backing up away and hissing?

“Awe,” Daciana pouted, disappointed. “He enjoyed that… and so was I.”

“I’m glad you're awake?” Ashina spoke as Anders picked himself up off the floor, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve. “How do you feel?”

I felt great. My wounds had healed, and there was no pain anywhere that I could tell. I shrugged. “Fine, no thanks to you.” I cringed, remembering the sound of the saw.