Adela felt a rush of conflicting emotions as she inhaled Egon's intoxicating scent, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations that enveloped her. His forearm supporting her weight sent a burning sensation through her thighs, while his intense gaze seemed to consume her very being.
The thud of Leopold hitting the ground jolted Adela back to their dire circumstances.
"Your uncle... He would have been subjected to another dose of poison if the trap had closed on his other ankle," she found herself explaining breathlessly to him.
"You're a fool,"
Egon replied, his eyes filled with shades of gratitude as they pierced into her depths. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from her and turned his attention to his unconscious uncle, checking on his condition. "He seems to have passed out,".
Adela's voice trembled as she whispered, "You were supposed to be on your way to Kolhis."
