Chapter 230
Chapter 230:
He and Nerion shot me bewildered glances, but I didn’t wait around to see more of their judgy eyes as I walked away.
Not long after I reached my room, Lyric was brought in. I felt a little better as I watched them place her on the bed. The doctors were through with her for the night and said all she needed was enough rest for now.
I didn’t want to sleep in the medical room, and there was no way I was sleeping in a separate room from Lyric tonight. Hence the reason I requested she be brought here.
“Is there… anything else you need?” Kael asked after settling her on the bed.
I shook my head and watched them leave. Finally alone with her.
I went closer, sat on the edge of the bed, and brought my hand to her hair, gently removing some strands from her face.
It was hard to look at her when all I could see was her in pain. Her tortured cry was still clear in my head—how she begged that asshole to stop hurting her.
Oh, Lyric. I always thought my kids were my weaknesses. I thought they’d be the only ones to make me lose my mind at the prospect of them being hurt. But Lyric… she did stranger things to me. Only the gods knew how much I fought to hold onto sanity when I heard her screaming.
Pulling myself away, I went into the bathroom for a cold shower.
I was fastening the last clasp on my pajamas when I heard a small exhale behind me. I turned with the speed of a whirlwind and felt crushing relief when I found Lyric’s eyes open.
“Hey,” I went to her. “How is it? How are you feeling p>
She remained still, her eyes taking in the room. They took longer to reach me, but when they finally did, the relief in them was unmistakable.
“Alpha Jaris?” Her voice was small.
She said my title like she couldn’t believe she was home and safe. She must have thought she was still trapped with Caden. “You’re home. You’re fine now.” I sat on the edge of the bed.
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When I noticed she wanted to sit up, I stood to assist her.
She looked around the room again before pulling the bedcover closer to her chest. The doctors had removed her torn outfit and slipped a patient gown on her, so she was more covered than when we found her.
Her hand moved over her face, and it hurt me to know she was feeling the bruises. Her left eye was still so swollen I wondered if she could see with it. Her right eye wasn’t swollen but had a bruise beneath it.
It was hard to find a spot on her body without a cut—her neck, her hands, her legs. Everywhere. The son of a bitch hurt her real good.
“Do you need me to get the doctors p>
She shook her head, her eyes no longer meeting mine. “I’m fine p>
I lowered my head, rethinking my next words. Apologies weren’t something I did often, but tonight my high values didn’t matter.