Chapter 94

It was a quarter to midnight by the time Eloive sneaked into the infirmary. Quietly, he made his way to the room where Toreh was being held, hood up. The door was locked, but he had the keys and unlocked it quickly before slipping inside. The room was small, and Eloive was shocked to see her awake. She was checking out her bandaged wounds in the mirror. She wasn’t naked, but the blue wrapper she tied around herself didn’t cover much. Swallowing hard, he dragged his gaze upwards.

“How are you?”

She turned around, holding the wrapper closely to her chest. Her hair was up in a bun, a few strands escaping the hairband. She was black, beautiful, and his. The choker, however, said otherwise.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s not the answer to my question, Toreh.”

“Well, that’s the answer I have to offer. What are you doing here, Eloive?” she asked coldly.

“What’s with the attitude, Toreh? I saved your life. You’re supposed to be nice to me.”