Joaquin continued to give his blood to Shanaia as Marina worked on removing her from her attachment to the branch.
“Come on, my love. Breath,” he told her.
Shanaia’s breathing earlier was a bit shallow but now that he has given her blood, her breathing has improved.
“Whatever you are doing, my lord, please keep it up,” Marina told him.
Joaquin nodded and then he grabbed Shanaia’s hand and brought it to his lips.
“I am here my love. I will not leave you; I will be here. We will get through this,”
The very same words that Joaquin said echoed in Shanaia’s head in the dream she was in. She glared at Wax as he looked at her like a hungry predator.
“Don’t be difficult, Shanaia. Let us enjoy what we have just like before,” Wax said.
“Not a chance,” she replied, and then she looked around
