Chapter 78 Seventy Seven

• Lena's head shifted slowly from side to side, soft, pained moans slipping from her lips.
• Thane rushed over to the bed and gently took her hand, looking at her face. "Lena," he called, his voice tight with worry, hoping she'd answer and finally open her eyes.
• But Lena's eyelids felt impossibly heavy, like they were being held down by bricks. The more her eyeballs moved within, searching for light, the more pain she felt.