"PRINCE!" The healer's voice rang out around us. "You're going to kill her!"
For a moment, nothing happens, but finally, seeming to realize exactly what he was doing, Elias' face softened ever so slightly as the crushing pressure I had felt seconds before disappeared.
Sucking in deep breaths of air, I closed my eyes, waiting for the black spots to stop blocking my vision and the dizziness to subside.
"Thanks." I gasped as I continued to fill my body with the oxygen it had been deprived of.
Shooting Elias a glare, the healer went back to his work, cleaning my back and sewing up the deeper whip marks. Once done, he stood back, wiping his forehead with a blood-covered hand.
"All done." He announced proudly taking me in. "Give her about two weeks to fully recover; during that time, avoid
