Sixty-nine:
Catesby
Crimson had fallen unconscious again. When I had arrived, she had had a serious head wound. Something done by Apollo, he had no doubt. One side of her head was caked in dried blood. I wished that I were magic like Zaan, so that I could help her heal. I wondered why she didn’t try reaching out to her soulmate so that she could get some help. That seemed like the kind of thing that the Witch Hunter or Hunter Witch would be good at. Of course, Zaan had teamed up with Raoul. There was no telling what he might do now. Or if he even really cared for Crimson.
I shouldn’t think that way. I didn’t know what his feelings were. Simply because he was in love with Crimson too didn’t mean that Zaan’s feelings were any less than his were. Although he d
