Alma
Egan looked calm, there was even a certain tenderness in his eyes. But soon his expression changed and red little flares sparkled in his irises for a second.
Was he possessed by his dragon?
“Why didn’t you help Alev?” Egan bluntly asked; he didn’t sound angry, only dry, cold once again, “He is hurt because of your reckless attempt to leave, and you didn’t even try to aid him!”
“Because I can’t!” I snapped as fresh tears burst into my face.
He gazed at me, his forehead creased with questions.
“I failed Potion Making school. I can hardly get a simple potion right. I can’t do it, if I try I’ll only make things worse,” I said in my normal voice this time, sucking my tears back in. I stretched my back straight and moved Burbus to my side.
I was only good at making th
