A Mark Review...

Chapter 32

A Mark Review...

"Eric!" Jane yelled, her voice trembling with shock as she slowly lifted him up. Her hands were shaking, her mind spinning in disbelief.

She looked around frantically, searching for any signs of people nearby. If King Arthur were to see him, if anyone found out that Eric was alive, they would kill him again.

Her heart pounded violently as she dragged Eric's injured body toward her room. Once inside, she slammed the door shut, locking it.

She turned around, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the man lying lifeless on her bed.

"It can't be… it just can't be…" she whispered, placing her hands on his face, her fingers gently tracing his cheek.

Her breath hitched.

The man she had mourned for, the one she had cried for, the one she thought was lost forever—was here. Eric was here.

"How?" she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes.