FINNIAN
I pushed the wooden door of the healer so hard it almost broke off its hinges. The sound echoed through the small hut, making both the old healer and his apprentice freeze. They stopped working on Daze immediately, their hands trembling.
I walked closer, grabbed the healer by his collar, and growled, “What’s happening?! What do you mean he’s waking up?”
His eyes widened, fear swimming in them. His lips shook before he managed to speak, his gaze looking toward Daze’s still body.
“He… he’s not responding to any treatment, Prince.”
I gritted my teeth. “Try harder,” I snarled. “Find something that works and heal him!”
The old man’s voice cracked as he nodded quickly. “I-I will! I’ll do anything to heal him, he will get better soon, I swear.”
I dropped his clothes with a harsh pu
