Chapter 85

ARNOLD

The tension in the room is palpable as Ethan paces back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry. Hazel's condition hasn't improved, and we're running out of options. With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty grows heavier on our shoulders.

“We need to do something.” Ethan mutters, his voice strained with desperation. “We can't just sit here and wait for her to get worse.”

“I know, Ethan!” I reply, my own voice tinged with frustration. “But what else can we do? We've tried everything.”

Just then, a thought crosses my mind. The witch. She might have answers that we haven't thought of yet. Without hesitation, I reach for the phone and dial her number, my heart pounding in anticipation. And we sent for her already regardless.

“Hello?” Her voice crackles through the receiver.

“It's King Arnold.” I say quickly, my words tumbling out in a rush. “We need your help. Hazel's condition is worsening, and we don't know what to do.”

There's a brief pause on the other