Chapter 337: Thirsty for what?
"Magnus!"
"Alora!"
Their voices echoed simultaneously through the room, each calling out the other’s name. Their eyes locked, a mix of surprise and longing passing between them. Magnus moved swiftly, closing the distance between them to sit in front of Alora and pull her into a warm embrace.
Alora, however, gently pushed against his chest as she wanted to check on the wound on his chest to ensure he was truly alright. But her gentle push was stronger than she intended, and Magnus stumbled backward, landing on the edge of the bed with a soft thud.
A look of shock crossed Alora’s face as she stared at her own hands, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "I-I didn’t mean to do it," she murmured, filled with confusion and guilt.
Magnus, still reeling from the unexpected force, looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. His gaze softened as he noticed the familiar blue of her eyes, the same enchanting hue that had always drawn him to her.
Alora moved swiftly, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Magnus’s shirt in a flurry of motion. "Your wound... is it healed?" she asked in anxiety.
Before she could fully inspect him, Magnus caught her hands, stopping her in her tracks. Their eyes met, and she saw the shock etched across his face.
"Aren’t you thirsty?" he asked, his voice laced with an unusual intensity.