Chapter 537
- Schwartz stirred and groaned as a shaft of pain laced through his body. He swallowed painfully; his mouth felt like sand paper. A soft touch on his shoulder, and someone was placing a straw to his lips and then Proserpina’s soft, melodious tones came over to his distressed mind.
- ‘Drink James,’ she soothed. His lids flickered, and he tried to smile.
- Was he dead ? Was he in heaven?