Chapter 109: The Master and Disciple
Lara turned at the sound of Alaric’s voice, her brows furrowing slightly. Why was he calling her?
"Come here a moment." His tone was not a request—it was a command that expected immediate compliance.
Without hesitation, Lara passed the leaf bowl and spoon to Asael. "Eat slowly. Your stomach is still weak," she reminded him, her voice gentle but firm.
Then she rose and strode toward Alaric, her steps measured, eyes assessing him.
"Help me up."
She stared at him, momentarily speechless. This was the same man who had climbed the treacherous, hidden passage of Mount Roca with nothing but sheer determination. And now, he was suddenly helpless?
Doubt flickered in her mind, but she said nothing. Instead, she crouched beside him, slipping a steady hand behind his back while gripping his other hand. As she pulled him up, warmth radiated from his skin, and she caught the faint, uneven hitch in his breath. The closeness was unexpected—almost intimate.
Despite her slender frame, Lara possessed formidable strength. Lifting him was easy.
Asael’s expression darkened. His jaw tightened, and his fingers curled into the fabric of his blanket. That was his sister. It didn’t matter if Alaric was a prince—he would not allow him to take liberties.