Ella’s POV
We walked upstairs out of the dungeon. I could tell Bailee was weak from using so much power to help me. As soon as she was through the door, I grabbed her arm and walked with her to the pack house.
“Thank you. What do you need?”
“I just need to lie down for a bit.”
“I can carry you to your room,” Damien said, coming up to her other side and grabbing her arm.
“I might be a little weak right now, but I can still conjure up enough magic to kill you. Get your blood thirsty hands off me.”
“Oh baby, you're the one who is threating to kill so your hands seem to be the blood thirsty ones.”
“Go away,” she said, trying to shake him off, but he wouldn’t let go and she was too tired to keep trying. I will give him credit for not giving up.
We got Bailee to her room and Dami
