"Jean Nott? What did he do?" Daphne demanded frantically.
She quickly looked around, half-expecting Jean Nott to descend from the ceiling to finish Zephyr off. Daphne couldn't recall anything of their earlier confrontation, but if there was anyone who could hurt Zephyr, it would be someone as ingeniously cruel as Jean Nott.
This was the man who set a dragon on the loose and knowingly turned Alistair into a bloodsucking monstrosity. There were no depths to his depravity.
Sirona's eyes were grim. "He attacked you and Zephyr with his ice magic, and your bodies reacted very poorly to it. It got to a point where you and Zephyr both lost quite a lot of blood because his magic was directly hindering our attempts to heal you with traditional methods. Why, we even had to build a campfire to help Zephyr recover."
