Chapter 538. Claude

Schwartz stirred and groaned as a shaft of pain laced through his body. He swallowed painfully; his mouth felt like sand paper. A soft touch on his shoulder, and someone was placing a straw to his lips and then Proserpina’s soft, melodious tones came over to his distressed mind.

‘Drink James,’ she soothed. His lids flickered, and he tried to smile.

Was he dead ? Was he in heaven?

But then her light laugh broke into his thoughts.

‘James Schartz!’ And he opened his eyes, those heavy lids, with a superhuman effort, and took in the woman he loved. Proserpina was gently stroking his shoulder as she held the straw to his lips and he drank wearily, shutting out the pain as best as he could.

His body felt heavy and his lids were drooping as he sank back into the world of sedative-induced sleep.

There was something he had to do, something to do with Proserpina. Something to do with Fionella…

But he was too tired to think anymore and the waves of blac