Chapter Seventeen
“Life is so fragile. Yet if you treat it like a breakable trinket, placing it on the shelf for safekeeping, you might as well have thrown it against the wall and shattered it, because either way you will have ceased to have lived.” ~Cassandra
“Marry me.” Cush’s voice filled the mostly dark room. The only light was from the candles that he’d lit when they had entered. Elora had known something was up when her warrior had brought her into the romantic atmosphere with that mysterious smirk plastered on his usually stoic face.
A month had passed since she had laid on a bed in a dirty, run down motel room and died while Cush held her. Elora didn’t remember anything during the time she had been lying there lifeless, but she remembered everything before. There had been many l
