Chapter 30 Wounded

Eliana didn't know how long the blood had been flowing. She just stared at Amiya in the ice coffin, noticing a hint of color returning to her pale face. There was a thin frost on her curled lashes, giving her an air of unparalleled elegance even with her eyes closed. Lost in thought, Eliana was simply trying to distract herself from the pain in her wrist. After what felt like ages, Eliana felt the pain diminishing, but her mind grew increasingly foggy. Her body swayed, and she barely managed to steady herself by gripping the edge of the coffin. She recognized the signs of blood loss; she had experienced them during her previous blood transfusion, though not as severely as now. Surely, she had given enough blood this time. Her mind hazed over, and just as she was about to retract her hand, she felt a sudden sharp pain at the back of her neck. Her consciousness wavered, and soon she was unaware of her surroundings. ... Eliana felt terribly hungry. She sat at