LIAM’S POV

The healer crouched down next to Markevus—the spy. He was moaning in his sleep in his cell, probably from the pain from his wounds. “He’s in a very terrible state,” the healer said, putting his wrist down after checking his pulse.

“We’re aware of that,” Julian replied, coldly. “Can you tell us something that we don’t already know? Like if you can heal him.”

The healer began to open his suitcase. “Yes, with the right herbs and in a couple days—”

“Days?” ...