Caleb growled and picked up Elize in his arms. She looked pale. He carried her to the small grass bed and made her lie down. After covering her with blankets, he slid beside her and held her tightly in his arms. He was feeling terrible after the way she suffered so much, but it was important to understand her magic, to control it.
When Elize woke up, she was feeling extremely weak. Her eyes looked at the rock-hard chest and latched on to it for comfort. The ordeal she had passed through left her shaky. There was so much pain she experienced that she thought she would die. The familiar pine and mist smell overwhelmed her sensations. She curled her arm around his waist. When she pulled her fangs away, she sighed, feeling better. "Caldy…"
