Hellbound Heart

Chapter 336 Weak Voice

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Gav's posture relaxed, a hint of amusement crossing his features. "There you go again, acting unlike yourself and being uncharacteristically gentle," he remarked, his words laced with a touch of teasing. But then, Gav shrugged elegantly, running his fingers through his dark hair.

As Gav turned to walk away, Zeke extended his hand towards Elle.

The moment Elle looked up at Zeke's outstretched hand, she couldn't help but linger her gaze to the black leather glove that covered it. A rush of memories flooded her mind, fragments of her past where she had held onto a gloved hand. It was a peculiar sensation, a feeling of déjà vu that left her momentarily speechless.

But as she placed her hand in Zeke's, she felt a comforting familiarity. His grip was strong and reassuring, enveloping her smaller hand in his larger one. The warmth that radiated from his touch sent a wave of reassurance through her.

"You've done well," Zeke commended, and Elle immediately beamed. The simple compliment held so much weight, filling her with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

"Thank you," Elle replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's all thanks to that merciless teacher, though. He taught me so much in such a short period of time. I don't even know how I managed to absorb everything without my brain exploding." She chuckled, the excitement of her progress evident in her voice as she walked beside Zeke.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Zeke's lips, his gaze fixed ahead. "Gav hails from a world where magical creatures like faes dominate. His wife, is the most powerful and the queen of the light faes," he explained.

Elle's eyes widened in surprise at what Zeke said. "Gav has a wife? And she's a queen?!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and astonishment.

Zeke nodded. "Yes, and a family," he replied, his words carrying a sense of underlying complexity.

Before Elle could inquire further, Sebastian appeared, rushing towards her and enveloping her in a tight embrace. His eyes scanned her form, searching for any signs of invisible injuries. Elle reassured him that she was alright, and with Sebastian's support, she took a moment to rest and gather her strength.

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Finally, the time came for Elle to enter Alicia's room. As she stepped inside, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation coursed through her. The room was filled with an air of quiet tension, and Elle approached Alicia's bed with a mixture of reverence and resolve.

Gav and Zeke stood by Elle's side as she prepared to begin the healing process. The rest of the group waited outside the house, giving her the space she needed.

Zeke's voice resonated with a soothing tone as he spoke, offering words of encouragement. "Don't pressure yourself too much, Izabelle. Don't rush, and just do your best."

Elle nodded, grateful for Zeke's calming presence. His words reassured her, alleviating some of the nervousness that had settled within her.

Gav's piercing gaze met Elle's, his eyes reflecting expectation. "Remember what I taught you," he said, his voice steady and firm. "Trust in your abilities, and stay focused and centered."

Elle nodded. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment.

As her gaze settled to Alicia's unconscious and pale form, the memories of her past intertwined with her determination to wake her up and heal her, albeit temporarily, fueled a fire within Elle. Alicia was Zeke's beloved wife, Zeke, the man who had saved her life and given her a second chance. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be standing here today.

In the depths of her heart, unanswered questions lingered, particularly about the enigmatic condition of her own heart. She longed for a conversation with Zeke, a chance to unravel the mysteries that lay within her. But for now, those questions would have to wait. The urgency of the present moment demanded her undivided attention. In this room, at this very moment, nothing held greater significance than the success of Alicia's healing.

The room seemed to pulsate with anticipation, an electric current that matched the fervor burning within Elle. With closed eyes, she shut out the external world, focusing all her thoughts, intentions, and energy on Alicia's well-being. The air crackled with an intensity that echoed the depth of her resolve.

Taking deliberate, deep breaths, Elle centered herself amidst the profound silence that enveloped the room. Each inhale brought with it a renewed sense of purpose, while every exhale carried away any doubts or distractions.

The world seemed to hold its breath, as if in synchronous anticipation of what was about to transpire. Elle harnessed her willpower, allowing it to surge through her veins, infusing her very core. Finally, with a sense of profound reverence, she lifted her hands and positioned them with gentle precision over Alicia's chest, commencing the ritual of healing.

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Outside the room, everyone sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Hopes and prayers intertwined, as they anxiously waited for Elle to awaken Alicia from her slumber. Time stretched on, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity.

And then, as if responding to the fervent wishes of those outside, a brilliant light erupted from Alicia's room, bathing everything in its ethereal glow.

As the light gradually dissipated, leaving behind an air of tranquility, Sebastian's anxiety propelled him forward. He stormed into the room, his eyes scanning the scene until they landed upon Elle, cradled in Gav's arms. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, his voice laced with concern as he gently lifted her from Gav's grasp. "Iza!" he called out, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and worry.

With weary eyes, Elle forced herself to open them, seeking Sebastian's reassurance. Her gaze met his, and with a tremor in her voice, she uttered her plea. "Please, Seb, tell me I... I made it." Her heart raced as Sebastian's eyes shifted towards the bed, where Alicia lay.

But before Sebastian could respond, a weak voice filled the room. "Ez... Ezekiel?" 

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