Page 154 of Enchanted Heir
I was about to call him ridiculous, but then he grabbed my hand and pulled me in closer, the result that I somewhat fell on top of him.
“Your Grace,” the healer scolded. “You can’t touch her! Let your magic heal.”
I let out a laugh and moved to lean back, but Krew wrapped an arm around my shoulders, trapping me into his chest. Normally that would’ve been fine, but I winced out in pain as he hit the most tender part of my shoulder, numbed or not.
Krew went deathly still. “You’re hurt.”
And then he was standing. I was left on the infirmary bed in his place.
“Owen?” Krew demanded, fists clenched at his sides.
Owen let out a long sigh. “I was also hurt, Krew.”
Krew’s magic was rolling through him, and with as bright as it was getting with every passing second, it didn’t look like it needed to rebuild much longer.
I reached out a hand to his wrist, knowing I shouldn’t touch him but also not wanting him to go try to kill his father until he was fully healed. “Owen took the brunt of it for me. I barely got hit. And then Keir saved him from getting any more.”
Krew looked to Owen, chest heaving. “When?”
“Last night,” I offered.
“Your Grace!” the healer insisted, hands in the air. “Lay back down before you injure yourself. And Jorah! Please.” He gestured for me to remove my hand, so I did.
Krew stood there, looking at me, looking at Owen, and then glaring at the healer. “Let me get this straight. After I took the tonic, my father took the two of you and gave you lashings? Last night?”
I let out a long sigh. “Yes. And then Keir showed up and ended it before it got any worse than it already was. For what it is worth, I think your father was shook to the core seeing you injured. He found two people to blame, and he did not waste time taking it out on us.”
Krew leaned in, looking at me like I had lost my mind. “He was worried about me, so hewhippedthe two people I care about most?”
“Not exactly. He whipped us because he blamed us for leaving you alone,” Owen provided.
“Dammit.” Krew ran a hand across his forehead. “I never considered that. But I wasn’t exactly planning on getting shot with an arrow dipped in iron either.”
Krew’s magic was still brightening. “Krew,” I begged. “Please calm down. You know right now you can’t do anything about your father. Just calm down, please.”
His jaw clenched before he demanded, “Let me see it.”
“My shoulder? It’s nothing compared to Owen’s back,” I offered.
Krew cocked his head. “I know exactly what Owen’s back looks like because I’ve had a few of those. Let me see yours. Now.”
With a sigh and a look to Owen, I maneuvered my pajama top just like Silvia had.
Krew moved to take a closer look, but his magic started buzzing and traveling up his arms, flaring in his eyes as he finally looked at me. The look in his magic filled eyes was one of pure and lethal rage.
“Krew,” Owen offered. “Your magic. You have to let it heal. Dial it back, come on.”
“Please, Your Grace,” the healer added, “I understand your anger. It’s warranted in this case. Just allow your magic longer than a few days to heal from the iron.”
Without warning, Krew gave an exasperated yell at the ceiling. The ground shook slightly and I saw just a trace of navy magic running along the ground.
“Jorah,” the healer said, looking panicked as his wide eyes met mine. “Now will you please touch him? Just stop him from using any more.”
I reached out and grabbed Krew’s wrist, before standing and wrapping myself in his arms. “Stop, please. I know. It was horrifying. I know. Owen is hurt far worse than me though. He protected me. Promise.”
Moments later, his heaving stopped, and I looked up to find a lone tear trailing down his beautiful face. “I’m so sorry, love.”
I smiled at him. “You’re here. You’re safe. And that’s all that matters now.”
