The kelpie turned around, surveying his surroundings. With every passing second, his face paled even further, blood rushing away from his features when he realized the level of damage he had caused to the infirmary― and quite frankly, just the entire wing of the palace. The ceilings had caved in and the walls were torn down. Other than debris, there was nothing left.
"We would like to know as well," Atticus said, finally extinguishing the flame in his hand. He stepped slightly to one side so that his entire body was no longer covering Daphne from Nereus's view, but still enough for him to leap in front of her if needed. "You went mad."
"My mind is foggy," Nereus simply said, reaching up to grab his head, frowning. "I don't remember."
"I doubt you can," Sirona said, tossing the now-empty pail to one side. She exhaled loudly in relief, dusting her palms against one another as Jonah followed suit. "The pearl took control of you for a minute there."
