Hunted Sorcery (Jon Oklar Book 2), B.T. Narro [digital book reader txt] 📗

with healing. There was so much damage throughout all of her body, no doubt an effect of not breathing for this long, but my mana knew how to repair all of it. It coursed through her body from head to toe, exhausting me so damn quickly that I knew I wouldn’t be able to heal her completely.

I pushed on, forcing myself past the limit when I thought I had to stop. My vision blurred. I felt that I might pass out, and yet I kept going.

“She’s breathing!” Reuben said, his ear over her mouth.

She still had a lot of damage to repair, but I had to stop for a few breaths.

I couldn’t get enough air. I didn’t have the strength to breathe as deeply as I needed as I sucked in what little air I could get.

I’d gone too far.

“She’s alive, Jon!” Reuben said. “But why won’t she get up? Remi?”

“She’s lost too much blood,” Aliana said as she grimaced in pain.

I had forgotten about the knife in Aliana’s thigh. I noticed that Michael was on the roof now as well, watching silently with a horrified look on his face.

“You need…healing…” It took so much effort just to tell this to Aliana.

“Remi first,” she replied.

“I’ll…pass out…”

“Remi first, Jon. I’ll be fine!”

I didn’t know if she would because a lot of blood was seeping out from beneath her hands and around the knife. But I didn’t have the strength to argue.

I gave a silent prayer and pushed my healing spell out, my mana flowing through Remi’s body once more. The strain was instantly too much.

I wanted to vomit, my stomach turning over, but I didn’t have the strength.

Everything spun around me.

The last thing I remembered was Aliana screaming my name.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

I awoke feeling as if I’d just had a nightmare. Pieces of it came back to me as I opened my eyes.

Then I sat up with a startle as I realized it was not a nightmare at all.

I seemed to be in my room, the early morning light coming in through my window, and strangely, there was someone in my bed next to me.

“Remi?” I asked.

She didn’t respond. She was under my covers as if we had spent the night together. It didn’t make any sense.

“Remi?” I tried again, shaking her this time.

She didn’t move.

I heard her breathing, though. I put my hand on the top of her chest and let my mana go through her to feel for injuries.

There were none.

Had I healed her? The last thing I remembered was trying to and passing out.

I gasped as I remembered Aliana and the dagger sticking out of her thigh.

I jumped out of bed but shouted out in shock when I noticed one of the manservants asleep in my chair. He awoke, startled.

“I’m sorry!” he said quickly as he put up his palms. “There’s no need to be alarmed.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“I must tell the king!” was all he said as he hurried out of the room.

Confused, I returned to stand near my bed and tried once more to heal Remi. It was no use. I was very concerned. Why wouldn’t she wake up?

I rubbed my bleary eyes. She still had on the same clothes as last night, blood all over them. Similar bloodstains were on my chest, back, and especially all over my hands.

I had to assume Aliana was fine, otherwise they would’ve rushed me to her as soon as I was up. Perhaps Leon had healed her? But he couldn’t close wounds that severe.

I sat cross-legged near Remi and took her hand. “Please wake up.”

Eventually, the king entered my room. I felt too tired to stand up from my bed for him, or perhaps that was just my somber mood. I hoped he would understand.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

That depended on whether Remi would ever wake up. “What happened?” I asked.

“From what I heard, Souriff landed on the apartments soon after you passed out. She finished healing Remi and then healed Aliana as well. I arrived by the time Souriff was moving you and Remi into this room with dvinia. We put the two of you to bed and checked on you several times throughout the night.”

“She still won’t wake up,” I said.

“Yes, we’re concerned as well. We left her with you in case your healing might be required during the night. But Souriff said there was no other healing that could be done, and she left soon after.” The king paused. “You don’t remember waking up earlier?”

“Not at all.”

“You were talking, trying to help. We thought you might’ve been acting in your sleep. You were pretty far gone, Jon. You exerted yourself too much.”

I didn’t care. I felt like myself now, just starving and tired. “Is Aliana all right, at least?”

“She’ll need a few days to recover her strength from the blood loss, most likely, but yes. As for Remi…” The king walked up to her. “I’m afraid she might perish.”

I stifled a tear.

“I heard about what you did to save her.” The king sat on the bed near me. “How did you know that might work?”

“My mana told me that she needed her heart to beat, and she needed air.” I felt a little bad about how rough I’d been. Perhaps there could’ve been a better way. “I didn’t know how else to help her besides what I did.”

“Well, you might’ve saved her life. We must now wait to find out.” He took a long breath as the two of us stared at Remi. “Breakfast is early this morning, as most everyone is up already. Come to the dining hall. I will have people watch Remi.”

Remi’s blood was dry on my bare chest, so I didn’t bother taking a bath yet as I donned my clothing and headed down to the dining hall with the king.

He reassured me several times that someone would constantly be watching Remi.

We separated in the dining hall. All of my friends were already eating, boys and girls sitting together for