(Azriel POV)
Azriel slumped against the furs. She felt sick to her stomach after using the magic. The bleeding children had been sent away back to the human settlement. Kali's words churned in her mind. Was it true that Irismus had locked away people in the Blight to die? She wished she could reach out to Ashdeer or Malia but no one was around her.
She heard footsteps enter her room and sighed aloud, "Go away Nuria, I do not wish to speak to anyone."
"But, I am not anyone, Mia Kara", said a slimy voice she recognized so well.
She looked at Ashmeer's tall figure as he stood in front of her. His scar looked dark and vivid right now, his face a mess.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust at him. She hated the sight of him.
Ashmeer looked at her with a grin and said, "What is it? Am I not handsome enough for you? Do you like my brother better now?"
"Go away Ashmeer, I am sick to my stomach."
