Calli was right. Max wasn't injured because of his trade with the Dark Witch. Whatever they had discussed, it wasn't it. His coma wasn't a consequence of that.
She knew that now, as she stared at him coming in her direction, with her brother by his side. He looked fine.
Mikki scanned him with her eyes, trying to find any trace of a wound or injury, but there was nothing. He didn't have it before, she knew that. He was simply sleeping. And she couldn't check inside of his head to see if there was still anything wrong with it.
But Max didn't seem to be suffering from any post traumatic effect.
“Max, what… How are you here?" she whispered, but Max's arms wrapped her in a tight hug, almost leaving her breathless.
Ace came right after him and smiled at her gently, but turned to look at
