A SOFT SOUND BEHIND them drew Mailah's attention.
Chen had reappeared, silent. "Elin's in the east wing," he said. "She's resting, but she needs medical attention soon. Her pulse is weak."
"I'll call Morrison," Grayson replied immediately. He pulled out his phone and stepped toward the corridor, his voice dropping as he spoke into it.
Mailah thought back to the Soren Morrison's kind hazel eyes that seemed to hold an inner flame. She hadn't known then what he truly was—only that his touch could heal and that he might have an endless supply of restorative elixir.
Moments later, Grayson returned, tucking his phone away. "He's on his way," he said. "He'll use the northern entrance—less open ground."
Mailah nodded, though her mind still buzzed with questions. "You really think he can help her?"
"If anyone can, it's Morrison," Grayson said. "His elixirs work on humans, demons, even things that shouldn't exist anymore."
