Chapter Two Hundred-Twenty-Five – His Mother
If the Grand Witch was still alive somewhere, why hadn't she come for her child?
Ella suddenly looked down, as she remembered. "The dead woman by my side was Zeldris's mom. She helped me heal the injuries I got before she died."
Zeldris's eyes softened. "Really?" his voice was low, he rubbed her head. "It's good then. It's good you survived."
Darren was speechless. Now the revelations had turned dark. The woman had a lot of claw marks on her body and she seemed to have died from blood loss.
Darren placed a hand on Zeldris's shoulder. "I made sure I buried your mother properly. Don't worry."
Zeldris wiped something that fell off his eyes. "T-Thank you." He wrapped his arm around the little girl. "Thank you for saving Ella too." The little girl rubbed his head.
Laurel had been quiet since. She didn't know there was more to her knight. He always seemed so jolly and excited.
