Chapter 216
Pain.
It was everywhere.
Thorne's eyes snapped open as a sharp ache ripped through his abdomen. He sucked in a ragged breath, his vision blurring before slowly coming into focus.
"…He's awake." Someone yelled, the voice reached him from somewhere nearby.
Before he could move, another wave of pain shot through his body, forcing a low groan from his throat.
His mind was a mess, unable to focus on one thing. The memories crashed onto him at once. The blood red moon, the witches a chanting, the light connecting to the moon. Khaos, Adina and her eyes, her pitch black eyes. The blade sinking into him.
Thorne jerked upright, everything making sense all at once.
"Adina!" He growled. Agony exploded through his wound. He barely caught himself before falling from the bed.
"Your Majesty!" Several healers rushed toward him at once, trying to ease him back down.
