What Agatha feared the most had happened, Genevieve's energy reached her limit and the protection barrier went down, letting in the members of Peters' cult. If it wasn't enough, the number of injured people exceeded their resources.

The voice that had accompanied the young woman all her life told her to run as far away as possible. Her body had become in sync with his thoughts, refusing to move. While the others fought against the enemies, she could only watch.

Some doctors and nurses left their task to defend their patients, they held back their opponents at the entrance of the infirmary so the battle wouldn't
hurt the wounded members.

And then the darkness came.

A fear Agatha never experienced before took over her entire being. She wasn't scared anymore, she was terrified. The cold of the environment numbed her body, no reaction came from her senses.

She remained lost, without knowledge of her surroundings until a light was born between the shadows, inside it was Stella. The woman looked like a savior out of a fairy tale, calling lost people to her shelter. She illuminated them and she fought against the attackers with her small sword.

Stella became the symbol that Agatha needed, the spark to make her come to life. Her hand moved towards the dagger she had in her jacket pocket, her mind began to remember the movements Lorcan teached her.

When the enemies attacked, she jumped into action, blocking one of them. It was a woman with the ability to turn her arms and hands into knives, the librarian used the dagger and a metal stick she found to convert herself from the strikes.

The weapons found each other, Agatha maintained the defense position and tried to push her opponent back, making sure that she stayed far from the patients.

Neither of them had managed to hurt the other, and it looked like they could keep going until they lost their strength. The young woman understood that her tactic wasn't working, so she changed her plans, taking a risk.

Agatha left an opening in her defense, allowing the woman to attack her. Once the arm of the other was on her reach she took it, not without receiving first a cut in her abdomen, and pulled it away. The edge of the arm hurt his hand, still, she focused on hitting her opponent's chest in a fast and strong movement. The balance of the enemy weakened, and that was the perfect instant for the librarian to kick her legs, making her fall to the ground. To finish the fight, she hit the woman's head with the stick.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered before landing the blow that left her unconscious.

Her intention to continue fighting was interrupted when a desperate cry reached her ears. The sound came from a little girl who had just entered the infirmary, Agatha noticed her beautiful light brown hair stained with blood and made a decision: she'll focus on healing.

The young woman ran towards the little girl who was crying at the entrance. She took her small hand and guided her to a chair, dodging the powers and flying objects.

"You're going to be okay," she said to the patient. "Are you by yourself? Where's your family?"

The little girl didn't answer, the only thing that came out of her were cries. Her breathing got faster and her body began to shiver.

"It's alright, you don't have to talk now."

Agatha put her hand on the girl's head with care, with a smile present on her face, to let her know that she was safe, she healed her. The little patient began to close her eyes as her wounds were healing. Her wounds closed without inconvenience, and her small body relaxed, causing her to slide off the seat. The librarian held her before she fell to the ground, and was surprised to notice that the little girl clung to her waist in a hug.

The embrace lasted for a few minutes, Agatha allowed the girl to have some comfort, knowing how horrible the first encounter with a demon can be.

Lost in the warmth sensation, the young woman was slow to feel the burning that spread through her wrist. The instant she realized what was happening, the danger alarm in her brain went off. The cruelest scenarios played on her mind, vivid images of Lorcan dying arose from nowhere.

Her chest contracted, the desire to vomit attacked her and her legs lost their strength. Oblivious to the outside, she didn't notice when the darkness disappeared or when the enemies retreated. The chaos inside her mind exceeded the one of her surroundings.

Only one thing took her back to reality: seeing and hearing Lorcan getting into the infirmary. 

The young man was carried by Bertram who opened a portal to the room. As soon as Agatha's eyes fell on her friend, she freed herself from the girl's embrace and ran towards him.

"What happened to him?" She asked.

"A demon attacked him from behind and pierced his stomach area. I'm sure he has other cuts as well." Answered Bertram as he helped Agatha to put Lorcan on the bed.

The healer lifted her friend's shirt to check the wound, all she could see was blood. Without wasting time, she put her hands on his stomach and let her energy flow.

"Told you I'd see you again," the wounded young man said. He sounded exhausted.

To hear his voice unleashed Agatha an avalanche of emotions. The tears were the first ones to make an entrance, followed by laughter. All of that while she kept healing him.

"Why is it that I'm always saving you from death?" She complained. "I'll start to charge you for my service."

"Can I have a friend discount? I don't want to end up broke."

"Maybe that way you'll start to be careful," Agatha suggested. "This is the best I can do for now."

The young woman took her friend's hands in hers, she squeezed them, holding onto him like she never wanted to let him go. The physicality of his presence reassured her, having him close lessened her fear of losing him.

"I can't promise you that I'll stay out of danger, the Protectors are a fundamental part of my life. But I can promise that I'll do anything to return to you," said Lorcan, noticing her uneasiness.

"And I won't ask you to stay away from them, it's part of who you are. And I have to confess that I can see why you like them. I don't think I ever felt this comfortable with someone apart from my family, Demir and you."

"Does this mean that you'll give the group a chance?"

"I'll miss everyone if I decide to leave now."

"It seems like I'll get accidentally hurt every practice."

"Do it, and I'll make sure to put you under Genevieve's care every time." She moved one of her hands to caress his hair. "You can come to visit without being hurt."

Lorcan answered her comment with a loud laugh. His happiness was captivating to Agatha, who couldn't help but stare at her friend. His hazel eyes shone brighter than she remembered, and the dimples that formed on his cheeks looked adorable in her opinion.

The young man stopped laughing and their eyes found each other. Time seemed to stop at that instant. He brought one of his hands to her face as he closed the distance between them.

"Can I?" He asked, staring at her lips.

Agatha nodded, inside her mind collided with thousands of thoughts of nervousness and excitement.

Their lips touched in a sweet kiss. There was no rush, they moved at a slow pace like they were trying to enjoy every second of it. Her heart gave little jumps as a result of the tenderness he expressed through the kiss. She felt appreciated, she felt special. Finally, she could understand the emotions that arose every time he was around her, the reality she's been denying for so long.

They broke apart, but Lorcan's hand didn't move from her cheek. The smiles on their faces said more than their words could.

"My lady, Would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a date?"

"I'll be my pleasure, my good Lord."

The last chapter is here! I wanted to say thanks to all the readers for supporting this story. I hope you enjoyed it.
Don't forget to read the epilogue.
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