Chapter Seventy.

Himari’s POV.

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You won’t die on me, Zorien. I haven’t permitted you to.

Welma took my family and friends with her to her hometown, ensuring to keep them safe and away from prying eyes until I’d have nursed Zorien back to health and reveal the truth about him...about us to them.

It’s an exhaustion I’ve never felt before. My bones throb with jittering noise, my muscles feel like they’re melting, and I’m on the verge of numbness.

Trying to exert an unwavering flow of energy out of two different outputs is no joke at all. I have to keep nurturing the egg, and simultaneously keep healing Zorien.

At first, I was repulsed, like a whiplash deflecting my energy back at my face. But eventually, as we delved into the night, my energy began to fuse with his like a natural wave of a single energy source. I keep the egg close with an arm spread out to it, and Zorien even closer as my other arm stretches over him to feel his impaled area.

Dizziness comes like a gust of nausea, and my mi