FAZER LOGIN“Yes. She looked exhausted before she started sparring, too.” The healer turned back to Daphne, her expression growing more thoughtful. She adjusted the blanket over her and checked her pulse again, this time taking longer than before. I watched her closely. “What is it?” “Nothing I can tell you
Thiago One minute I was asking if she was all right, and the next she was hitting the ground with a hard thud. For a moment, I could only stare. I had seen her wobble. I had watched the color drain from her face and noticed the way she struggled to remain upright. I had even opened my mouth to tel
Daphne I looked away. I didn’t need another person telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. I had spent most of my life being instructed, corrected, and ordered around by people who believed they knew what was best for me. But the healer wasn’t trying to control me. She was simply concerned, and
Daphne The healer’s assistant glanced up as we entered, but before she could ask what we needed, a woman emerged from one of the rooms at the back. She was in her late forties, with dark hair streaked with grey and a pair of spectacles resting low on her nose. The moment her eyes landed on me, her
Daphne His footsteps followed mine a moment later. The training ground was still busy behind us. The sound of wooden swords striking against one another mingled with the men’s shouts and Moses’s gruff instructions. I kept my gaze fixed ahead, determined not to look back and give anyone the satisfac
Daphne “You’re going to see a healer whether you like it or not,” Thiago snapped beside me. I turned to glare at him. “And who gave you the authority to decide that?” “Apparently, common sense did.” He glanced at my upper arm, where blood continued to trickle down toward my elbow. “You’re bleedin







