Nevaeh sat beside Simon who was weakly lying on the bed. His pretty face was pale and his lips were parched. Incredulity filled her eyes as she riffled him from head to toe. She still couldn't believe the man before her was the same person she had lived with for days. The middle aged man who had seemed friendly towards her.
"Why isn't he awake yet?" Nevaeh was concerned about his current state. He was simply lying there unmoving. His wounds which seemed to have improved last night, suddenly looked worse.
Araminta watched the man on the bed. "He'll wake soon. They have tortured him hard, it'll take some time for him to heal."
Heal. She had read supernatural creatures just like this had healing and regenerative abilities.
Nevaeh wiped off the beads of sweat on his face, before turning to Araminta who was standing by door. "Why was he there?"
"At the witches realm?" Araminta raised a brow.
"Yes."
