Words Of Sorcery

"You came back for me. . ." I said. Asher was stitching my arm and not listening to me.
"Ash, you mad at me?" I asked. He just left my arm after stitching it and stood up.
He headed for the door. "I'm really sorry." I said. He turned around and said, "You're forgiven." Then he walked over to me with a worried look. His thumb brushed away blood that was on my cheek.

"Dad may not know I spared you." He said. "That's what I like about you, Ash. No matter what. . . you keep fighting . . . fighting for something even though you might lose it," I said. "Save your strengh." He brushed the hair out of my eyes. "You got a few burns, on your back." Asher told me. "I'm sorry," Asher said.

I remember that wild look in his eyes. That envy. That hate. Him blasting me on the back.

"You hurt me." I said.

"I didn't mean it." Asher said. I kept staring into his red eyes. For the first time I noticed how much this prince meant to me.