"We need a healer! Someone from the church! Now!"
"But we're in the middle of fucking nowhere!"
Adrian snapped, throwing his hands up.
"We can't even sniff an apprentice healer, let alone someone from the church. We're screwed. We're so goddamn screwed."
He slumped forward, face in his palms.
But Rae, from across the tent, caught it—just for a second.
The twitch of a smirk curling Adrian's lip.
What the hell was that?
Celeste didn't see it.
She was too busy cradling Alex, frantically uncorking another potion and pouring it into his mouth.
His breathing slowed… for a moment.
Then—convulsions hit again. Harder.
His body jerked like a puppet on broken strings.
"What exactly happened to him, mistress?"
Laila pressed, eyes wide.
Her voice trembled—not with concern, but fear.
Real, spine-deep fear.
She'd never seen this before.
None of them had.
A goblin did this?
No—only the Goblin King could've managed something like this.
Celeste's voice cracked.
