Mara studied the figure tied to the chair. She walked around to the front of the chair and stared silently at his face.
Artemis lifted his head and looked at her in surprise, but he didn’t say a word. He looked a lot different to the last time she’d seen him. He seemed older somehow, even though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. There were none of the normal signs of aging. He didn’t have wrinkles, or gray hair. To the regular eye, he appeared to be a normal twenty or thirty-year-old. But for some reason, he seemed old. She concentrated on seeing his aura, noticing many dark spots. His aura was corrupted, in horrible shape, and she could sense the dark presence that permeated the air around him more than ever It wasn’t as strong as what she’d been sensing, but it had some connection to it.
