XANDER'S POV.
"Alright. It's just us, Isidora. There's only the two of us here now. So I'm going to ask you again, how bad is it?"
I had just escorted Isidora out of mine and Lyanna's bedroom. She had been here for the past few hours checking and monitoring Lyanna to see how far the effect of the spell had gone and if there was anything else wrong with her aside from the obvious. Back in the room, when she finished up and said her goodbyes, she'd given a bunch of reports and results that I immediately knew were fake, only because I knew her too well. Way, way too well. The woman can't hide her true feelings and thoughts from me if she tried. Back then, years ago, she was only able to succeed because I was too young at the time to be able to tell those things apart. I hadn't known enough
