Mariah and Alaric appeared in their suite and she carried Alaric to the bed where she helped him lie on his stomach. She touched the hole the arrow had left on his shirt and she could feel that the wound was still there. A poison wound is not that easy to heal over until the poison is extracted. She turned Alaric on his back and he winced in pain.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, hastily unbuttoning the shirt.
Alaric’s eyes were closed and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He was fighting to dilute the poison, transferring all his strength to his healing properties in other to heal himself.
Seeing the pain he was going through and knowing it was because of her, Mariah didn’t know what to do. Just today, he had woken up from risking his life to save her and now he was back on the bed a
