Chapter 180 Connections

• Agnes
• I insisted that I was fine and didn’t need any help, but Elijah practically carried me back to the house anyway, causing more than a few passersby to stop and stare at the scene. My face heated, although not from some kind of strange magical warmth this time. Now, I was just embarrassed.
• “Sit,” he commanded once we reached the kitchen, pointing to a stool at the counter. I perched there obediently while he rushed to the sink, soaking a clean dish towel in cold water before wringing it out and returning to me. “Let me see the damage.”