I winced as I bit my fingernail too deep and sharp pain spread through my finger. Pulling my hands away from my face, I crossed them over my chest, glancing towards the door for the millionth time. It had been over three hours since Everett left, and there was no word from him yet. Everything outside seemed completely normal - no shouting, fighting, or anything of the sort.
Was he planning on going after my father alone? If he could beat him, he probably would have done so a long time ago. Maybe he was making it so my father was somewhere alone so he could come to get me and we could face him together. Even that seemed unlikely considering I could not shift at the moment. The effect of the stupid herb should have lessened and if not forced to drink it again, I would probab
