Warrick's POV
The walk to the healing wing felt longer than any battle I'd ever fought.
Every step was a struggle, my legs threatening to give out with each movement as the hallway tilted and swayed around me. My mother kept a firm grip on my arm, bearing more of my weight than I wanted to admit.
Guards stepped aside as we passed, their eyes averted. They'd seen me have episodes before and the curse wasn't new to them, but this one had been different. Worse. I'd killed four of their brothers and torn through half the castle before anyone could stop me. Some of them had probably tried to intervene and barely survived.
I didn't deserve their deference.
"Almost there," my mother said quietly.
The healing wing smelled like herbs and clean linen. Healers moved between rooms with quiet eff
