"How is she?" I asked the pack doctors who came to check on Odessa several minutes later.
I stood at the entrance of her room while two doctors, both men, stood beside her bed, dressed in long white coats. The third one, a woman in her early forties, walked up to me with a tense expression.
"We believe her magic... Went out of control. So much so that it weakened her body and caused her to collapse." Her tone was calm—mine was anything but.
I lowered my arms which were folded in front of my chest, my eyes narrowing into slits. "What do you mean you 'believe'? Are you sure of what you're saying or not?"
She froze, blinking with parted lips. She then glanced back at her colleagues but before she could say anything useful, the door behind me burst open.
I glanced back and witnessed Caroline walking in with alarm and fear written on her face. Her gaze quickly landed on the bed, and then her face paled.
