Hamar is slumped against a man with long lashes and wavy brown hair. He was the quiet one with his nose in the book when I first met Hamar and his motley crew. Namor, that was his name.
Namor has a panicked expression as he struggles to get Hamar to the laboratory. Hamar, for his part, can barely stand. His head is slumped and every other step seems to give out with his feet dragging limply.
“What is—” Elmir turns and stops short. I see his whole body tense. The room is noticeably colder. “What is the meaning of this?” he says, his voice deathly soft.
“Hamar, he…” Namor looks between me and the king. I’m surprised when his eyes land on me. “He told me to come here and find you.”
“Find me?”
“He said you could heal him again.”
I curse several times under my breath. I hadn’t told anyone
