Not Hurt?
Dominique stared blankly at Elias, who was still carried bridal-style in his arms, utterly confused.
Not hurt?
Was he hearing things wrongly?
Suddenly, the worry and confusion warred within him, causing him to stop in place.
The magic that he'd gathered up to frantically dash out of the place dissipated, and he took the time to seriously study Elias, looking at the place the dagger was still inserted in the Cher's chest.
There was a helpless expression on Elias' face, and it was slightly sheepish, as if he was sorry that he had worried Dominique.
Elias carelessly plucked the dagger out and waved it in front of Dominique's face, showing him that he really was fine.
Dominique put Elias down, now more confused than ever. He could smell the blood in the air. That wasn't his imagination.
He had clearly heard the sound of steel entering flesh, but Elias wasn't hurt at all?