~The Vigil For Answers~

ELRICH

I remained seated at the edge of the bed with my eyes fixed on Calista. Her face was pale, bruises running across her skin, and her breathing came in uneven gasps.

The healers had done all they could for now—cleaning her wounds, stitching the worst cuts, and easing her pain with herbs. Still, she drifted in and out, whispering words that didn’t make sense. Whatever she got herself into, it was pretty bad.

Every time her lips moved, I leaned closer, hoping ...