Elyon stood before the bed with a displeased frown running across his face as he stared at the body stiffling lying on it.
Her heart beat was sturdy, maybe two beats shorter than when he had first brought her to his place under Engel's instructions, but she was alive and well and would continue to be for a few more days if he lets her continue in her induced sleep.
But she wasn't really asleep was she? A voice in his head spoke and he sighed.
No, she wasn't. More like hibernated.
He set down the tray in his hands on the bedside table as he stared at her once more, his mind contemplating the wisdom in listening in Engel's instructions to keep her awake.
He wasn't even supposed to contemplate about anything, because she wasn't supposed to be under his care, under his roof in the first place.
Damn Engel for this torture! He'd rather take a trip down to hell than be subjected to this torture.
