#Chapter84
I could feel myself growing stronger as I drank greedily, feel my wounds healing when I hear a cry making my eyes open to see her face peering over me.
I lift my legs pulling them from the water and sitting up.
She jerks her wrist away from me watching me warily and I take a deep breath, trying to fight the bloodlust urging me to kill her. I look up the stairs. I reached for her with my arms still burning but most of them healed, yet I still felt weak when I saw Aamon still stuck on the steps.
I get up grabbing Lucy's hand, pulling her up the steps toward him. I grab his arm tossing it over shoulder and Lucy tries lifting him, managing to help hold him up against me as we step into the corridor, yet all I saw was darkness, the door was shut, the lights out. I place him on the bottom of the steps before racing up them and trying to pry the door open. I bang on it.
