Rowan kept his focus on healing the cut to the abdomen at Yrene’s instruction, but he could feel his instints right under the surface.
Aelin’s face was starting to flush with color, he almost sobbed.
But then Fenrys winnowed right in front of Aelin. Rowan looked up at him and flung his magic, knocking him to the ground when Yrene said, “Rowan, calm down, right now.”
Fenrys stood up, rubbing the back of his head, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Yrene said, “We need to move her to her rooms,” looking at Fenrys, “can you winnow her there?”
Fenrys looked to Rowan, “Just do it.” he grounded out.
Nodding, he took off his jacket, flinging it over Aelin’s healing body, and picked her up. He rested her head against his chest and placed his arm underneath her legs, “I’ll meet you in your room, Rowan.” and winnowed.
Sam had started to cry. Picking him up gently, Dorian began to hum a lewd melody he learned as a child.
“Is that really approprate, Dorian?” Chaol said, walking into the room. His clothes were ragged and he had a gash in his forhead.
“What the hell happened to you?” Dorian asked, still cradling Sam.
Chaol scoffed, “I learned what happened when you come up behind a fae and his hurt mate.”
Dorian frowned, “Rowan did that to you? You’re lucky that’s all that happened.”
Chaol waved him off, “What’s going on, is Aelin okay?”
“I don’t know. She started hemorrhaging and then Sam,” he gestured to the babe in his arms, “his lungs weren’t working properly.”
“Is he alright? Is Aelin alright?”
Looking down at Sam, Aelin’s eyes looked up at him, “Yeah. he’s okay now. But I don’t know about Aelin.”
Chaol smiled, “His name is Sam?”
Dorian figured that it would probably be best to not bring up the fact that he basically made a deal with his life forfiet if anything happened to the twins in his care.
“Yeah, it is.”
Rowan wanted to shift into his hawk form to fly to his mate, but he hurried with Yrene to his rooms.
“The worst is over, Rowan.”
He hoped the healer was right. He could feel the bond’s threads starting to reinforce themselves. His Fireheart was a survivor. She would live.
Fenrys took Aelin over to her bed and pulled the blanket back, placing her softly in it.
He has removed several of the pillows, leaving only one, just in case it obstructed her airways.
So I finish my book..... and I don´t know how I feel, for a moment the book make me cry but then I don´t know....... For me THIS is like watch a movie( Iknow, I´m crazy). And I think I put myself in the protagonist´s situation.. I think i like it