Offered to the Triplet Alphas
“And Xanthea will need a few more transfusions. I need you at your best… for her.”
Azum nodded and came to my side, holding my arm.
“Zxlorthon,” I said.
There was a small thunder, and a pang tore through my heart when baby Zxlorthon teleported all of us into the underground bunker.
The moment we materialized, the healers rushed forward.
“All female healers. With me,” I commanded.
I was about to move when Azum spoke again.
“You should keep her close to Ezra,” he said, glancing through the watch glass at Ezra suspended in his own healing sphere. “Her third bond tear must heal for her soul to fully stabilise.”