| Eshan |
By the time I was back, Innaya was already awake. Her tired eyes told the tale of her weak system. How did I not notice it earlier? How did I not?
"How are you feeling, Tesoro?" I reached the bed after I kept the soup on the side table. Helping her straighten up, I adjusted cushions behind her back before I made her comfortably lean against the headboard of the bed.
"I am okay, Eshan," she whispered in a low tone as she tried weakly smiling at me.
"Yes, I can see that very well," I snapped and almost immediately regretted. Damn it. How more ridiculous was I really going to be? How could I use that tone with her when she was already so low and it was my carelessness that had landed her in that state?
I sat beside her and pulled her in my arms. "I am sorry. I am so sorry." Wrapping my arms around her, I held her closer. "It is my fault. It entirely is my fault."
