*Kryzen*
I guided Briella through the marbled halls of the healing center, my heart pounding with a rhythm of frustration and concern. The scent of medicinal herbs hung heavy in the air, but it couldn't mask the bitter tang of regret that I had waited this long to bring her there.
But what was I supposed to do? Carry her kicking and screaming? Trick her? Drug her and drag her to the healers, hoping it wouldn’t harm the baby and that she would forgive me?
She resisted me every step of the way until now. Even as we walked side by side, I could feel the stiffness in her posture and reluctance in her steps.
"Kryzen, this is unnecessary," she muttered for what seemed like the hundredth time, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and something else I couldn't quite place.
