Eleonore’s POV
Words could not describe how relieved I was to not be staring up at a medieval stone ceiling the next time I woke up.
I might’ve been hooked up to various medical machines, in a robe instead of the clothes I was previously wearing, and with a needle in my arm but it meant that I was no longer in Selene and Valerian’s hands, which was good in my book.
Words could also not describe the sheer exhaustion I was feeling either, though.
For a moment, things were too foggy, and I was just too tired to make sense of anything, but it slowly came back to me. What had happened at the vampire manor?
I remembered…gravity pressing down on me. Of everything growing so cold as my blood and life were sapped away before I saw—I saw Gael and Gabriel and despite fighting Valerian again, Gabriel came and fought Selene.
For me. They came for me, and even now I couldn’t help but tear up at that realization.