FINNIAN

I pushed the wooden door of the healer so hard it almost broke off its hinges. The sound echoed through the small hut, making both the old healer and his apprentice freeze. They stopped working on Daze immediately, their hands trembling.

I walked closer, grabbed the healer by his collar, and growled, “What’s happening?! What do you mean he’s waking up?”

His eyes widened, fear swimming in them. His lips shook before he managed to speak, his gaze looking toward Daze’s still ...