Wysteria POV
"What are you doing?"
I blocked Istana's face with my palm, shoving him back and parting his touch on my cheek.
"Healing you. The swollen cheek ought to be chilled with something."
I rolled my eyes, brushed the spot he touched and removed the remaining ice specks. The ice melted no longer than a second at my touch.
"Seems like you don't need any healing."
Istana sat on a bench across from me, fitting his fist and resting his head there. A subtly hidden sigh escaped his mouth.
He raised his head, peeking at me through his parted fingers.
"You… Sorry for Isaac's behaviour. He wasn't normally like that."
Isaac? But, the one who slapped me is Christine.
"I will make sure he makes amends with Lady Algar and apologizes to you. He ought to behave and mind the effec
