Chapter 135

Adelia's Point of View

I was helped down the stairs. Helped, like a damned invalid. All because my body had decided healing a gash on an arm was one too much.

Sure, give it a kidnapping. Nearly being killed. Being held captive by your deranged mother. Escaping said Mother. Organizing one large ass ceremony. And everything in between.

But goddess forbid I tried healing someone. That was just fucking unacceptable.

At first, both had offered to help me down. Neither wanted the other to help. A few glares had been exchanfged. Maybe a profanity or two, said through their eyes and luckily not their mouths.

By the time they were done with their pissing contest, I was already at the door, tired of their bullshit. Scolded them for handling me like I was broken and not just tired.

That had been the final straw for them to back off. Michael had been the winner in the end, to my utter dismay.

His hand around my waist and my arm around his shoulders caused us to touch all up my side. Forced so m