Diarmuid’s breathing grew unsteady as he laid unconscious on the bed.
“Oh my God… he looks like he’s dying” Mia stated, she folded her arms tapping her unsteady fingers against her elbow… her eyes not once living the young fay prince that laid almost lifeless before her.
“No he’s not” Devin said hovering her hand over Diarmuid’s body as cool blue magic overshadowed his hand.
“Then what the hell is wrong with him?” the panic she felt was evident in her shaky voice… she had no idea why she was this worried, she just knew that she was.
“Not a clue, his mana seems to be heavily drained” Devin folded his hand into a fist and shut his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Ah! I wonder what he’s gone and gotten himself into “ he opened his eyes again and took them to Mia, placing his hand into his p
