Chapter 33: I’ll Love To Have You As My Personal Maid On The Day Of My Mating Ceremony
Iris’s POV
"Have this." A familiar male voice cut through the haze of my panic, pulling my gaze upward to the sound of the voice. My gaze fell on Lucas standing right in front of me, stretching out something to me to takeHe is in warrior attire or perhaps a training outfit. What is he doing here? Had he been watching us? Following us?
"What are you doing here?" I blurted.
Lucas’s expression didn’t shift to something playful, his eyes were cold and unreadable as he replied. "Are you going to take it or not?" he asked, as he extended his hand further towards me. In his palm was a small, white container, a strange, cylindrical thing I’d never seen before.
"What’s that?" I asked, my brows knitting together as I stared at it.
"It’s an inhaler," he said. "For your friend."
I glanced at Amelia, her chest still heaving with struggles to breathe and desperate gasps, her fingers clawing weakly at the grass. "I don’t know how to use it," I admitted, my voice with fear and frustration and confusion. I hated how helpless I felt, how Amelia was struggling for her life and I could do nothing.
Lucas didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and knelt beside Amelia with a swiftness that belied his broad. "Hold still," he murmured to her, though her eyes were half-lidded, barely seeing him. He pressed the inhaler to her lips. "Breathe in," he instructed. He pressed it again as she inhaled, her gasps easing slightly, her face losing some of its ashen pallor. Her fingers loosened their grip on her chest, and her breathing steadied, each breath less ragged than the last.
I watched. That was all I could do. When he was done, he stood, glaring at me. "She’s asthmatic," he said, holding the inhaler out to me again. "Keep this. She might need it again before you reach Black Bane."
I took the inhaler. "How did you know she needed it?" I asked.