Bel wanted to claw at her chest; she was in so much pain, but somehow it wasn't as painful as when the witch was performing the ritual, which made it a bit bearable.
She couldn't believe Davien had come to save her, despite how she had treated him. Seeing his face this close up felt like a dream and as much as she wanted to revel in it, there were pressing matters, and right now, she was at her wits' end.
She had seen the look in his eyes when she had pushed him, and for some reason, that had hurt terribly. He had told her he trusted her with his life, but the look of betrayal and pain had been clear as day. He had thought she had pushed him off because she wanted nothing to do with him.