DARIUS.
The man was sopping wet and disoriented when we stepped into the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, tapping his feet in rapid, irregular patterns. His eyes fixed on the healer who was tending to him. He could hardly sit still, and when the guards threw the door open so we could step in, he sprang out of the bed immediately.
“T-there are you,” he slurred, mixing his words together. “I h-have been looking all over this damn forest for you.”
Layla made her way towards him quickly. She placed a hand on his shoulder to examine the state he was in properly. His eyes drifted slowly towards her, even though I didn’t believe he could actually see her or even tell what she was doing.
“I’m so sorry, Antonio,” she whispered to him. “We thought we’d lost you when the tornado str
