บท 239: A mother's love

Sage's eyes flew open to meet her husband's beseeching, blue-slit ones. She opened her lips to speak. "You..."

"What in the world are you trying to accomplish? Drown yourself in a sea of blood to break the curse of this unfortunate realm? Do you want to kill me?" Cyrus dived right in.

Sage pressed her lips together, oblivious to the searing pain radiating from her back. "Well, within the next few hours, you are going to kill me."

Cyrus heaved a breath. "Of course..." And he walked closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his fingers against her wounds.

She winced.

"Shh. I will heal it." He whispered softly. He could definitely feel the pain!

His fingers took on a sapphire glow that spread over her wounds, closing them and leaving the rubbings and stains of blood behind.

"We should return." He whispered.

"No." Sage promptly refused.