054: When A Luna Loses Her Memory

The kiss from the ice god had knocked Ophelia out cold and for the umpteenth time, Finlay couldn't help but hate himself for not sending her back when he had the chance to. Now, it was complicated to wake her up. She was laid on the small place of rest like a sleeping beauty.

Had he known, he would have listened to Delta Lockwood. They would probably see him as a fool or something, but that didn't matter. Ophelia was unconscious like a sleeping beauty. It was exasperating.

He didn't know what else the ice god had done to his wife, she was still breathing and he had tried several means to have her awoken, but it was all effortless.

Finlay closed all the doors and windows, heated the entire place, and pulled her hand in his as he waited for her with his heart doing a turmoil inside of him.

Several hours passed by until it was nightfall, and nothing had happened. He was perspiring, drenched in his own sweat while Ophelia's hands still felt so cold like she had spent a look time on ice.

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