"Is she mad or something?" Vaelir asked in a whisper as Isabella examined Baranthir.
I sighed. This is precisely why I didn’t want to tell her about that plan. I was already thinking of something else, but Arlen insisted.
“She is, I think I f****d it up again,” I admitted.
Vaelir shook his head. “What did you do, man?”
“Nothing I didn’t ask him to do,” she replied before I could utter a single word.
She stood up and cleaned her hands on her pants before approaching us. “Your friend is recovering.. I have no idea what your father did, but his mind was a mess. His body shut down to give him time to heal before waking up, but he has been trying to force it. I put a sleeping spell on him so he stops.”
I tried to get close to her, but she took a step back, making me frown. “I’m stil
