Chapter 55. Don’t Forget Who You Are

Althea tried to get up, but Gavriel was already at her side. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms.

“Can you heal yourself quickly with magic?” His cold tone made her throat tighten.

“I can’t,” she admitted softly.

“Get me Lakan, now!” Gavriel barked, striding in long steps back toward the North Palace.

“I’m not that wounded,” Althea tried to argue, her voice faint. “Medicinal herbs will be enough. I cast a barrier so the lashes wouldn’t cut too deep.”

“I don’t want any scars on my breeder!” he snapped, pushing open the doors to his

chambers with force.

The moment he set her down on a chair, his expression shifted. “Why do you reek of dung? Blood I can understand, but horse dung?”

Despite her weakness, Althea let out a small laugh at his complaint.

“You think this is funny? You could’ve been dead if I hadn’t arrived in time,” he growled.

Just then, Lakan entered with Melva.

“Heal her,