86. Making Love

One week had passed after that incident. I could say that I was healed already. Iris was making the best of her ability to heal my wounds and broken bones. After a week of bed rest, my body was brand new.

“Stay still, Lora,” Eli ordered. He was reading some documents while guarding me.

I tried to sneak and go outside, but he caught me and gave me a proper scolding telling me that I nearly died. This was my second life. I should have taken care of this one.

No matter how many times I told him that I was already healed from my injuries, he wouldn't believe me. He refused to believe me.

Eli filled me out with the details of what happened to Ayla. She was imprisoned behind bars. Rooting in the cold prison. Day and night, she was requesting His Majesty’s presence, asking for his kindness.

I felt sorry for Ayla.

Sometimes.

But when I remembered my sister. Of how she was killed, my hatred changed my pity.

Ayla already confessed to all the crimes she had committed and that his accom