章 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Laura rubs her forehead and curses. "I do not trust Siron, or anyone in this world for that matter. How do we know we will be able to talk to this supposed healer in time to save Apollo?"

I sniff and do not say anything. We both lounge on my bed like queens, being locked in our rooms since the raid. From what his men say we should be making landfall tomorrow, which then he will take the healer captive. Siron still has hope, not sure what black magic is killing him, but maybe. Peirce already confirmed that Apollo would be healed. All we must do is get him alone and buy his healing skills, or something like that. I have not been in the right mind state since Siron entered my life—forced himself into my life. I only have three more weeks left.

That's not long.