My heart went numb seeing Tristan lying like a shell on the bed; his face was pale, lips dry, and his eyes empty. His body was cold, very cold, almost like a corpse that has been kept in a morgue. If it wasn’t for the quiet thudding of his heart, one would think that he was dead.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I ran my fingers through his tangled hair. Who was in charge of tending to Tristan? Couldn’t they at least brush his hair and clean him up properly?
“Tristan,” his name left my lips in a choked whisper through my trembling lips. “I am so sorry… Today, I will fix the mistake I have made.”
My gaze drifted to Edna was sitting on the floor in a lotus position; eyes closed and lips moving gently as she chanted some spell. Her eyes fluttered and moments later snapped open, “This an
