Motherly love
Skylar's POV
Aveline dragged me up the stairs to the third floor. "You okay?" she asked for what felt like the tenth time, her eyes darting over me like I might suddenly fall apart.
"I'm fine." I said, even though I wasn't. My legs were still shaky, and my head spun a little. But I didn't want her worrying.
"Fine, huh?" Aveline shot me a side-eye. "You were practically at death's door a few minutes ago, and now you are just fine? Did the black magic fry your brain?"
I gave a small laugh despite myself. "I don't think it works that way."
"You are lucky I like you, you know?" She muttered. "Otherwise, I would leave you there to deal with your brooding husband."
"I am not sure if this is your way of making me feel better or if you are trying to scare me," I said, narrowing my gaze as I walked behind her.