Mated To The Rogue King
Emily called my name, making me snap out, focusing on Debby, who was now unconscious but was still bleeding from her wound.
“Common, Debby, you have to heal. Please” I chanted nonstop like a mantra in my head. I held her head as I begged her to heal. I tried using my abilities, but still the same empty response.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Cara, it's too dangerous out here. Let's try to get help outside.” she suggested. I had no choice but to listen to her words.
For some reason, Debby, who was a cup bearer, was not healing from the wound that Ryder had inflicted on her. I had seen the look of pure fear in her face when she saw the weapon. I could help but think that it was related.
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