"If she keeps this up, she'll die even before we get the chance to use her," Dorian said, looking at Mia who was sitting on the bed like a statue, the only difference was that she was breathing.
"It's been three solid days and she has been like this. She doesn't talk, eat not drink. I wish I had punished Thorne more than what I did."
Lyra who was standing by the door walked to her husband and cupped his face.
"You worry too much my love. She's here, isn't she?" She said an evil grin across her lips. "I think Thorne has done a great job here, even though we didn't plan for this to happen."
"What do you mean?" Dorian frowned, his eyes moving back to Mia who was now getting examined by the doctor.
"What I mean to say is that, this will show Lysander what we're capable of and this will break him even more."
"I don't get you," Dorian said and Lyra sighed, her grin still plastered on her face.
