Elora POV
My throat feels like it was crushed in vice, groaning, my fingers instantly go to my neck and I wince in pain as I try to roll onto my back. The skin feels tender, even trying to breathe hurt as I suck in air through my lips. Opening my eyes, I find myself on the bed. There is something cold touching my neck, relieving the pain, but that was short-lived when I realized it was Silas holding a wet cloth to my neck. Instantly I pulled away from him. I try to tell him not to touch me, but the words wouldn’t come out as I choke on them, my throat throbbing and I could feel it blistered the skin.
I watched him warily, as he leans over to me. I smack his hand and glare at him.
“I just want to help,” he says, and I can see the guilt behind his eyes as he looks down at what he did.
