Let’s go fish out some rats

Thorn felt a cool breeze touching his skin, and he looked down; his eyes widened, "Ah!!''

A sharp scream escaped him, startling Elora, who lost her balance and fell on top of him.

Her head hit his chin and a muffled groan left his lip.

"What happened? Are you hurt?'' Elora's voice was full of concern as her gaze swept him.

Her hot breath brushed his neck, sending shivers down his spine. A flush spread across his face. Elora assumed it was from pain.

Her brows furrowed as she wondered if the healer had failed to fully heal him, leaving a lasting effect.

She sat up, bearing in mind not to put her weight on him, her hands traced the place he was stabbed through, "If it hurts, tell me.''

Thorn heard her, but he was lost in a different kind of sweet torture.

"Mm…'' A moan slipped from his lips, and Elora froze, meeting his glassy eyes and flushed face. '???'