Evie’s POV
After what feels like an eternity, but is in actuality probably about three hours, the rest of the faeries return to the room Kipp and I have been waiting in.
“We were able to draw out all of the wolfsbane that was in his bloodstream,” says Bradley, the “spokesperson” from the border. “The rest is up to him.”
I glance impatiently at Margot, the female faerie who seems to be his right-hand woman. “Is he conscious? Awake? Can I see him?”
“Our healers put him under a sedation spell when he arrived. It should be wearing off soon. I can take you to him.”
I exhale with immediate relief. They really have no reason to be this nice to me, given how recently I threatened the life of one of their own. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that Beta Ian reached the Fae King when he did
