32. Potions and Talks

Max opened his eyes and was staring up at a white ceiling. He turned his head already knowing that she was there. The bed he was on was reasonably comfortable and the room was on the smaller side painted a light brown. It was dark out now but he could see well in the room and met her dark gaze.

“You are awake, I was starting to worry.” She commented and he was surprised she said that. She was worried? Her expression said it wasn’t a lie and he touched his chest where the bright pink spot was. He could still feel that it was sore, but whomever had stitched it up had done a great job. He was healing rather well.

“No need I’m here.” He said with a smile. “Apparently it’s going to take more than that to stop me.” She leaned up.

“You nearly died, if I hadn’t been there the wraiths would have taken you. I warned them n