Chapter 15: The Visitor
Jeremy looked down at his watch for the fifth time that night.
“This one is better than the last. He hasn’t thrown up at all.”
Enya paced back and forth in the drawing room, or whatever it was called. It had been a very long night.
The room was right across the hall from the parlor where Valor slept and since elves seemed to not believe in the concept of doors, she could easily dart inside if she heard Valor get sick again.
“It’s funny. This whole time I’ve felt like he was the one with the know and literal magical powers and like super strength. It feels odd to be the one taking care of him.”
“I don’t know the guy, but I’m sure he’s also not a huge fan of this situation. Next question is what do we do? When we came in I heard him mutter some strange words so I assume that was him putting the protections up.”
“Had to be. Otherwise, I think this place would have already been stormed by more of those soldiers.”