“Yes. He has been exiled back to England.”
I opened my mouth to speak, though as I did, Silas burst through the door; Ezio by his side. I attempted to get back up into a seated position as Blanche bowed on the cold floor; unable to do so as my body protested. He walked past the witch, barley noticing her existence as he moved to stand beside the bed, quickly checking me over for any sign that she had harmed me. My heartrate increased as he stared down at me and scowled slightly, his fiery eyes locked onto my trembling form.
I turned my head away from him, “I am sorry.” I whispered, knowing that I had disappointed him by failing; even though I had tried my best, doing all that I could to succeed.
And yet, I had still somehow managed to screw it up, failing to use my ability as it should
