Oryn slept for minutes at a time waking whenever Juliet would return to change his bandages or simply probe him for answers. The ghostly girl seemed indifferent to his predicament and other than to praise her master expertly avoided providing any sort of answers regarding Lord Kazmir.
Lord Kazmir himself never once made an appearance but at times Oryn sensed eyes watching him which made his skin crawl. The effects of Heimdal hadn’t lessened at all and his arm was healing painfully slow, or according to Juliet not slow enough.
“Two more weeks,” she murmured bandaging his wound tightly. Her gaze flicked up to his and clicked her tongue mournfully. “Such a pity.”
“What has Lord Kazmir planned?”
“Ah, ah,” She wagged her finger at him.
“Please. Who would I tell?”
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