Chapter 21: Barely alive
"Quillin seed, Kraken’s welt..." Azalea muttered, scanning over the list of ingredients he’d need for his first potion.
"Haah... haah... haaa..."
He blinked, still floating midair, as a familiar figure dragged herself out of the ruined cave.
Anna.
She looked like she’d crawled from the edge of death. Hair scorched, eyes unfocused, body trembling.
He held her gaze for a long moment.
She looked nothing like the prim, proper girl she used to be.
"You’re late," he said coolly. "You shouldn’t breathe for an hour. Then we can go."
"AZALEAAAAA!" she screamed hoarsely before collapsing, clutching at her throat.
He didn’t even glance down. Just floated there.
She was already a step from insanity, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. What if he actually gave her back every ounce of torment she’d put him through? Would she survive it?