The man lost all remaining colour. “W-Well, when considered in that light, it’s possible that if the sessions were spaced out more generously, we might reduce the side effects and brain fevers. But I would not dare make recommendations on my own. I’m no expert in this new science. This would be for Stroud or the High Necromancer himself to decide.”
“I was sent you. I’d expect you to at least have enough expertise to have an opinion,” Ferron said.
The man mopped his forehead. “I will strongly advise Stroud to visit so that she can make a recommendation,” he said, avoiding Ferron’s stare.
“Get out!”
Helena flinched.
Ferron watched him disappear through the door before glancing scathingly down at her, as if it were all her fault.
He reached towards her and she shrank back, but his hand
