Chapter 220 Her truth
Next Day
"So Vinecnt already went to hibernation?" the healer asked as he packed some herbs. Damon was there to collect them for Kyra.
"Hmm," Damon muttered absentmindedly.
"What’s wrong with you?" the healer asked, raising his eyebrows.
Hearing him, Damon’s eyes snapped back, his expression turning sharp and cold. "Nothing," he replied as the healer handed him the packet of herbs to apply to Kyra’s wounds.
"Come on, loosen up, dragon," the healer said with a chuckle.
Damon grunted, taking the herbs and turning to leave. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Kyra.
The healer watched him go, shaking his head. "Dragons and their moods," he muttered to himself.
Back at the house, Kyra was standing by the window in bedroom, staring out at the snow-covered landscape. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she put on a normal face when Damon walked in.
"I got the herbs," Damon said, his voice softer than usual. "Let me help you with your wounds."
Kyra shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can do it myself," she said, taking the herbs from him.