Chapter 286: Rest now, my love
Magnus carried Alora swiftly in his arms, his heart pounding with fear to see her in this condition. Her eyes, which had just moments ago shone with an unimaginable power, were now bleeding, and she had fallen unconscious.
Holding her tightly, he sprinted towards the waiting carriage. Izaak, Alaric, and Griffin followed closely, their faces etched with worry.
As they reached the carriage, Magnus climbed in, carefully cradling Alora in his lap. His hands trembled as he accepted the handkerchief Alaric handed him, gently wiping the blood from her eyes. The sight of her pale, lifeless face tore at his heart.
"Why did the blood come from her eyes?" Izaak asked with confusion.
"I don’t know," Magnus replied, his voice trembled. "But we need to get her to a physician immediately." He turned to his brothers with a desperate plea. "Tell the chauffeur to drive to the physician’s place, now."
Without hesitation, Izaak rushed out of the carriage to relay the urgent command to the chauffeur. Griffin stood nearby, his face pale with worry as he watched the scene unfold. He felt a deep concern not only for Alora’s well-being but also for Magnus, whose stoic demeanor was clearly cracking with each passing second.
He looked at Alora’s right hand, which had stopped bleeding. He tended it by wrapping the clean handkerchief, which he took out from the pocket of his overcoat.
The carriage jolted into motion, the horses spurred into a swift gallop. The journey to the physician’s place seemed to stretch endlessly, each second feeling like an eternity.
As the carriage sped through the foggy streets, Alaric leaned closer, trying to offer some comfort. Izaak and Griffin were present in the second carriage behind them.