Almost a day had passed, and I couldn't wait anymore. I called Vaelir. I needed someone I could trust by my side until Leen woke up. I had no idea what she saw in that vision, but whatever it was had left her unconscious, her body wracked with tremors, her breathing shallow.
The door creaked open, and Vaelir stepped inside. Although he usually had a calm demeanor, his worry was plastered all over his face right now. His golden eyes flickered to Arlen in the middle of the pentagram. I can't even move her and lay her body in a comfier place. "Still nothing?"
I shook my head, my fingers tightening around the armrest of my chair. "She's fighting it. Whatever it is."
Vaelir exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his dark hair. "And the mark?"
I didn't answer. The blackened veins creeping
