104: Alphas Gathering

Alexa “Brenda, is this home?” I asked. “Of course,” she answered as she took withered flowers from the vase. “You won’t find me anywhere but home.” “Where’s Harlow?” I asked, still in groggy. “His Majesty is on his way here with the doctor. I informed him about you since you called out his name in your sleep. I called the doctor too.” Brenda left the room with dry flowers on her arms. “Alexa!” Harlow burst into the room, panting. “Thank Goddess,” he rushed toward me and hugged me into his tight embrace. “Harlow, you’re alive,” I asked as my eyes flickered many times into his dark brown eyes. “Yes, Alexa, yes. I’m alive. And so are you,” Harlow cried with a wide smile, only to hug me again. “Something’s wrong, Harlow. I’m so tired and Mythril doesn’t answer my call,” I said as I recalled the image of Mythril’s face by the lake. “It’s okay. The doctor will come soon. You’ve been in a coma for a week with a high fever. Thank Goddess, you’re awake,” Harlow murmured as he pressed our forehe