She heaved, her body trembling with the aftershocks of fear, rage, and disgust. Dracania’s presence in her mind was a comforting anchor, though even her dragon remained silent, giving Elena the space she needed to process what had just happened.
*It had to be done, * Dracania finally whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. *He would have tortured you otherwise, he could have hurt our baby. You had no choice.*
Elena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breath ragged as she tried to steady herself. *I know, * she replied, her voice shaky.
*It’s a heavy burden,* Dracania acknowledged, her tone somber. *But you did what you had to do to survive. Now, you must keep going. We’re not out of this yet.*
Elena nodded, forcing herself to focus. She couldn’t afford to break down now
