"You are in no condition to perform magic," Nesrin took her hand back, "We first need to find a warmer place, you will fall sick with those wet clothes."
Noah let out a soft solemn laugh, "Her Highness is still the same. But, we should not delay. It's spreading quickly..."
"Am I becoming a moroi?"
"I am afraid no," his voice turned low, hesitant before he forced the words out. "your body will give up before it's completed. I don't understand how but the element of darkness is reacting strangely inside you."
"You don't seem well either," Nesrin's voice was hoarse, it was hard to remain standing, to suppress those shivers that erupted from her soul.
Could Izekiel not have known the effects of his mana inside of her?
Noah took her hand, determined to not listen to any more words even when he slightly trembled from the cold.
