CHAPTER 39
EVA LEVESQUE
I took in deep breaths before opening the door to the infirmary. The healer’s seat was empty so I assumed that she was away. This place almost felt like a personal room since I always find myself waking up here. Particularly at the bed found at the end of the room that had the view of the school track field outside.
“I swear I’m going to get back at him. I’ll make sure he will suffer!”
“But you’re just going to get beat up again”
“My dad won’t stand still about this matter.”
“Are you sure? I mean, he’s the son of one of the kingdom’s wealthiest merchants”
“Who cares? My father is a close friend of the king—”
I opened the curtain at the cubicle they were staying in. The boy was laying on the bed with gauze pads and bandages plastered on most parts of his face
