Britney watches closely while the physician cleans Elrohith’s wound and puts some kind of magical ointment on it. She could have healed it for him in no time, but she still wants him to pay in some way for what he did to her.
“When are you letting me out of here?” He asks fidgeting with the bandages, and she tilts her head to one side thinking about it.
“Why would I ever let you out after what you did to me, to our coven? You lied to the worst possible degree. You have never intended to take us with you and bring balance to the magical world. You just wanted the power for yourself.”
“That’s not true!” He jumps up, and she blocks him from moving any further.
“It’s true, Elrohith. I can’t trust anything you say.”
“Look, I’m sorry about lying to you. I have never meant to hurt you.”
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