Bryan had a glare in his eyes as he watched Sonia hold an ice pack against his ankle which was slightly elevated above his body using pillows. He was feeling very angry and he wanted nothing more than to yell at her, but he couldn't even find the strength to do so. He felt like it would be a waste of time doing that since he was dealing with a stubborn witch.
His doctor had arrived a while ago and after taking a look at his ankle had told him he needed to stay off his feet for at least a week so that his ankle could heal properly. That meant he was stuck in his house with this stubborn, crazy witch.
"Why are you so quiet?" Sonia asked curiously when she noticed how he kept glaring at her but didn't say anything. Why was he still angry with her when they had seen the key?
