Ravenna's effort to pull away from Jaxon went in vain. Her body was starting to feel weak, as if something was draining her strength slowly. Her once clear mind became hazy, and all she could hear was someone calling out her name. Nevertheless, she still loathed the touch of another man and tried to push him away with her remaining strength.
"Ala...ric." That was all she could say, her voice drifting away.
In no time, Ravenna lost consciousness falling into Jaxon's arms.
"Venna," he whispered, tapping on Ravenna's cheek softly.
"Let her be," another voice added, surprising Jaxon. "She won't wake up until the next five to six hours."
Jaxon sighed, glancing at the standing in front of him. Behind him were two ladies covered in dark veils. The same people who had once paid a visit to Ravenna in the hospital and helped regain her lost memories.
