Chapter 231:
My eyes shut in pain as I tried to regulate my breathing. The grip was still tight around my ribs.
Before I could process what was happening, Devin outsmarted the python and stabbed it in the eyes multiple times until its grip loosened. Dax quickly uncoiled the bleeding snake from my body, holding its mouth shut before tossing it deep into the woods.
Exhausted, I collapsed to the floor, clutching my chest. Pain shot up as I took a deep breath.
“Slowly, Aurora,” Dax urged, his voice calm.
“That was close,” I muttered, trying to catch my breath.
“Thank Goddess you weren’t harmed,” Dax said as he walked over to me. He knelt in front of me, carefully examining my body as he gently massaged my arm.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, helping me sit up so my back could rest against the chair.
“Easy,” I cried out, wincing in pain as he massaged me.
“Sorry,” he whispered, kissing my forehead and cupping my cheeks.
We fell into a comfortable silence, our foreheads resting against each other. Our lips were just about to meet when the sound of the door swinging open interrupted us.
“Already? Without me?” Devin asked, a dark smirk on his face as he walked toward us. “Are you alright? Were you bitten? Does your chest hurt?” He bombarded me with questions, gently probing my body to find any sore spots.
“I’m fine, I just need rest,” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and lifting my gaze to meet his warm, concerned eyes.
“Are you sure?” He asked, locking his hazel eyes with my silver ones. They glowed with care and love.
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“Perfectly,” I nodded, trying to stand on my feet.
“Did you leave the front door open?”
His question made me freeze in place, and I scrambled for an excuse.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t remember to lock it when I got back from the garden to pick fresh flowers this morning,” I explained, my voice low.
“Don’t forget next time,” Devin warned, his tone firm. “There are animals in the woods. You might not be so lucky next time.”
“Yes, it won’t happen again,” I reassured him, shaking my head. I pinned my gaze on him, determined not to make the same mistake again.
I went silent again, studying their faces one after the other. “Do you know Damon? Both of you look alike,” I started, initiating a conversation.
“We are not Damon, and stop calling us Damon.”
“Have you heard the name before? Do you think he’s family?”
Devin seemed lost in thought, staring at me for a minute. “I don’t know Damon. His name doesn’t ring a bell,” he assured, before turning to walk away. But he stopped in his tracks.
“Who is Damon?”
I wore a long face, painful memories flooding my mind. “You know I don’t like talking about him. He caused me so much pain,” I said, my face contorting into a frown, tears threatening to fall.
