Healing Elina VI

“You were gone so long. I was worried about you.” Elina muttered wearily. Damonq noted that she didn’t ask if they had been successful, only said that she was worried for him. He couldn’t remember a time someone had worried for him. He tucked her hand over his heart and took the wrist Ferro practically forced against his lips.

It was difficult not to gulp the ancient blood. The moment he took it in, it began to work its magic, spreading through him quickly, infusing his cells and organs with rich, life-giving energy. He felt power rushing through him, filling him again when he’d been so spent.

The moment Gary had taken his fill from Sandu, he rose. “I will return at sunset. We should be ready for a fight, Damonq.”

“A fight?” Elina echoed. “What does that mean?”

Damonq didn’t like that she sounded frightened. He closed the laceration on Ferro’s wrist and put his arm around Elina. “Thank you, healer. We will be ready.”

Gary gave an old-world, slight bow and was gone, shimmering one mome