Knowing her spell would be productive, Kiari left the witch in an induced sleep, then walked out of the room to give Chase feedback on her job.
However, she met him with his face contorted in a frown and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His frown deepened when he saw her stepping into his office.
“Are you done with her?”
Kiari nodded her head. “I know you are displeased that she doesn’t remember. But I gave her some medicine that will help her jog her memory.”
They sounded far-fetched. Chase sat up; he dropped the glass on top of the table. “What do you mean by you gave her medicine?”
Kiari furrowed her eyebrows slightly, tilting her chin to the side. “I gave her something that would help with her amnesia,” she repeated, ignoring the quizzical look on his face. “When she wakes up, you
